Foster wakes at half past noon
And he rolls out of the sheets
He hears and smells his breakfast cook
His wife hasn't missed a beat

After eggs and ham and juice
They work up all the bills
And head out through the front door
Toward the keeper of the tills

All is well, they're there in time
To make needed ends meet
Then the room grows cold- unnatural
And they leave oh so discreet

She takes the entry as he goes round back
To wait and catch their foolish foe...