Maths

On our first
date you wore
a little black
 
number. Gorgeous! I
could see you
were the one
 
for me. I
foresaw four, maybe
three, kids and
 
was primed – ready
to go forth
and multiply, with
 
you. Good times.
But you introduced
a third party
 
into the equation,
so how could
I count on
 
you? You were
two-timing me!
A deep division
 
set in. I
calculated the pros
and cons of
 
our partnership. All
things being unequal
I struggled with
 
the maths. Sum
things just won’t
add up, darling.