'This is out of stock in our market place and better you try this when you come after office. There could be available I am sure.' She told her husband.
The husband who flirts did not go to work and visited his concubine.
He spent the whole day with her and before he leaves told her 'Darling she asked me to buy a cream something and I have forgotten the name.'
'I guess this the one she needs.'
'What's that? '
'It's the Cream of Olay.'
He gave it to his wife.
'Hey! I asked you to bring Cream of Tartar and this facial cream.
Never mind it seems still you love me.' And she hugged him.
I dedicate this poem to my silent friend Denis. Joe with gratitude!
Also my well wishes to the brave Democrats in the United States of America for their great winning in the election.
nimal dunuhinga
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