Love Stains in the Carpet

Semen took a lick and a promise swallowed
By the vacuum cleaner happily ever mornings after.
Oatmeal mush however was no laughing matter
When flu-fed misdemeanants spilled it from her bed.

Claret from their 25th blushes to this day
White purple lies when the children's children visit.
"I should have moved the bed there many years ago,"
He said last Christmas Eve. She would not hear of it.

Mascara laden tears spilled too and did again last night
When Father Burns anointed the diarrheic body.

Today she does what love makes right,
Blessing carpet stains with holy soap and water.