His wife showed him the note she’d found,
“A hundred dollars for May Lou.”
As she stood there threatening him
With a sharp pointed high heeled shoe.

“Honey, that’s a horse I bet on,
I lost the hundred dollars, too!”
She dropped the shoe and hugged his neck;
“I’m sorry that I doubted you!”

She had the shoe again next day.
Even the best excuse can fail.
She said, “That horse that you bet on
Has just sent you a long e-mail!”