Primrose path?
Henry the henpecked, to outsmart his spouse, Had secret date, and sneaked out of the house! To apartment he went, and rang the bell... When door opened, loose broke all hell! With grim-faced wife he was confronted; "Hello, dear...," in shock he grunted! Quick as a flash, she gripped his jewels... "Don't you believe all women are fools!" Greener pastures, or so he had thought... With his pants down, he was virtually caught! No clandestine dalliance, down primrose path... Only great pain, and outpourings of wrath!
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