Never allow yourself to be interrogated by a beautiful woman or your wife:
She looked into his eyes and knew his fingers smelled of sex
She read his lips and saw his tongue was coated with lies
She could see the adulteress touches of another woman’s hand
On his ears and on his neck
He was on trial for his life
She was his judge and jury
And he was but another dead man walking…
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-unless-you-are-dying-to-be-convicted/
