Mrs. When We're together, Ms. When She's Alone

Beauty like Greta,

Body like Monroe.

She kisses my lips, 

Six times in a row.

Her perfume

so mesmerizing,

Like the springtime flowers,

Blooming up and rising.

Mrs. When we’re together,

Ms. When she’s alone,

I wonder what she talks

When I hear her on the phone.

Perhaps “business?” 

Maybe Friends!

When I come to ask, 

Her conversation ends.

Out, we go together,

Walking as a whole,

But not without 

first putting on a mole.

Six feet tall he stands,

As if from a show.

Right before my Greta, 

My darling love, Monroe.

Doubts rush in my head,

Perhaps they've been in bed?

For I have heard my Greta,

Yes, my love Monroe,

Says

She’s Mrs. When we’re together,

And Ms.

When she’s alone.