The Seven Year Itch
On a conference abroad he tried to have his fling;
He narrated a whole epic of subliminal motives and unconscious drives;
He thought she would offer herself to be rejected by him.
A lot of romance in two or three days, experience without responsibility;
Like his wife she was spontaneous, small, and pretty;
They spent so long sitting up, talking,
When he joked about the harmlessness of little indiscretions;
The bar remained open till 2:00 AM; there was gossip, then sex;
His compatriot, who made it with the Italian chick, said he'd slept early;
She promised to write to him, but of course never did.
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