Congratulations are due, you won

Everyone gathered on the patio

Laughing, having a goodtime, except for Lauri

Envious of the one that got the pat

Brooding away, her face as white as milk of magnesia

Rumours running rampant about the lover

Attacks of conscience come and go; ebb

Tingles up and down her spine, as she sips her wine

Inebriated, she stumbles down the stairs; feeling ill

Oh dear me, I’m going to be sick, thinks she

Never get involved with a married man:  It’s not chic