The Rival
©2012 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
Oh, Mim has been my sweetheart
For most of all my days,
Since junior kindergarten
When I saw her winning ways.
We married, had three children,
A mortgage, house and car
And always have been faithful,
For that is how we are.
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But lately I’ve been wondering
If I’ve been losing ground,
Because whenever I come home
There’s someone else around.
Oh Mim, I know still loves me
In the same dear way she will
However, constantly she talks
Of nothing more than Bill.
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She keeps every memento
That comes from her dear Bill,
A scribbled note he sends her
Gives her the greatest thrill.
I know that I am jealous
And perhaps I should protest
That all his flower bouquets
Are in our Bible pressed.
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They often go out walking
And never tell me where.
Sometimes I see them talking.
Telling secrets they don’t share.
I guess that I should understand
That my Mim’s heart he’s won,
Be a man and step aside
For our very first grandson.
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