Today I met a man
Who boasted of his charms
He had a wife and three mistresses
And responded to fire alarms
He said he put out fires
Both of the hot and heated kind
He laughed about his life
And said his wife really didn’t mind
But when his cell phone rattled
He answered in prompt haste
He seemed shaken by the phone call
His face turned white like paste
Although I did not hear that interchange
I knew just what it said
I guess his wife had found out
There would be no more fires in her bed
