Forgotten Passport

He left his passport at home. He has to reschedule his flight to Rome.

He rushed back to his zone, then drank some coffee with foam.

He cried because the ordeal stressed him out. He hit a wall in his pout.

He threw his fist through the wall. There’s now a hole the size of a baseball. His wife saw, passed out and took a fall.

She woke up on the floor, and yelled at her husband “no more! Your anger has made me feel sore!”

He apologized and said, “I’m sorry honey. Its because I drink lead. It caused brain damage in my head. All I can see is red.”

“I’m just glad you’re not dead,” she said.

The man put an ice pack on her head, then he took her to bed.

“Why can’t I come with you to Rome,” she would moan, because she didn’t want to feel alone.

“I told you, it’s a big secret. I’m not allowed to leak it,” he replied. He lied on the table in stride while explaining it was also a long airplane ride.

“Is it because of your government job,” she asked with a sob.

“Yes. If I told you, they’d put me in jail. Then you’d really cry and whale,” he said, then checked the mail.

“Well I don’t want that. I won’t tell anyone though, I’m not a rat,” she said in bed.

“I know, but they might be listening,” he said, his smile glistening.

“I love you honey, don’t worry I trust you. But you know if you’re cheating, I’ll go to Rome and bust you,” she said.

“I know, and I’d never do that. I, too, am not a rat,” he said, then spat.

“That’s good, I’m glad. I love you, but I’m still very sad!

He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He said he loved her, and told her not to be bleak.

“I’m going back to the airport now, so I’ll say goodbye, or Caio,” he said, then took a bow.

She waved goodbye and he took his leave. He went to Rome because he was a top government C.I.A. assassin, which she would never believe.

He killed all the bad guys without regret or remorse, all while riding on his rented Italian horse.

He got back home safe and gave his wife a hug. She was happy to see him, the old lug.