Later That Night

The male receptionist

Sat behind the desk

I was suspicious of he

That he’d been with my future fiancée

His hair was red like the devil

For that I wanted to rebel

I attacked him from the side

But like the Alabama Crimson Tide

He won the fight

And I spent the night

In the rubber room

Long before they had Zoom

All alone

But fortunate to have no broken bones.

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