Member Poem

Mr Right is right across the room from me with Mrs Right on FaceTime.
I can hear the Little Rights in the background saying 'Goodnight' before bedtime
And other sweet things.
Things I'm Wrong to overhear.
I'm Wrong to be here, but
Too scared to make a sound.
Scared that one Wrong move will bring the Right House right down.
So I promise to leave when he hangs up,
To put him back on the Right track where I found him,
But, as always, I just get Right back in bed.