Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Rose Ruse

A dozen red roses he sent,

My cheating hubby with a card

Saying how much he does repent.

His strategy was not too hard

For me to see through that he sought

Forgiveness from me, but he be

Sorry only that he got caught.

And now he could expect from me

Raking over the coals of course,

Making most of his assets mine.

He'd feel the heat in the divorce.

Watch hubby squirm will be divine.

Barbecue his roses, my whim,

Next to barbecue will be him.