A Note To My Friend, Maria

This morning, you stopped by the house. You left your flip-flops and your sneakers In the basement, where I once saw a mouse. You open the floor for all types of rumors, Please come back to pick up your belongings. You also left a few indictable items, a few things. Rush back, pronto, upon receipt of this note, Before my wife, who customarily finds a fault In everything that I do, returns home this evening. Save me the trouble, come to pick up everything. Ring the bell five times; I will be in the bedroom. Be careful, not get tripped by the black broom.