Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 You Could Use a True Friend

I know your wife is mad at you,

And for good reason, I've no doubt.

Lies and excuses to pursue,

Your mind is conjuring about,

All of which complicate your life,

Because none of such worked before,

Never been believed by your wife,

Liar, excuser - you're so poor!

You know, last option I do be.

Use me now and your wife might tend

To give you some grace, using me,

Silence, I am always your friend.

Your wife will scorn whatever you say,

Might as well use me, I'll not betray.