Lockdown blues

We kept ourselves busy, during lockdown
And we both had our little own  tasks,
But how could I know, that on week six,
She would finally find my stash!
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She cleaned the house from top to bottom
As I fed and mowed the lawn,
Life was sweet we were getting along
But then she found my porn!
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As she threw the magazine on the bed
I didn’t know what to say,
Through furrowed brow, she looked down at me
As I stared at exhibit A
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The pages fell open on a well-thumbed mag
As we looked down at “Cindy” from Kent,
She had breasts like a roof tilers nail bag
Or so the saying went
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Absolutely no pun intended
I confessed and had to come clean,
As my wife had found the evidence
Because of Covid fucking 19!