A wife's Poem

Started by mabuzzbee, March 16, 2007, 06:25:16 PM

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mabuzzbee


He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the @#%! out of him...
Like his mother used to do
I am nobody.  Nobody is perfect.  Therefore, I am perfect.

Mici


Understudy

Thank you may I have another?  :-D

Nice avatar, what magazine did that one come from?

Sincerely,
Brendhan
The status is not quo. The world is a mess and I just need to rule it. Dr. Horrible

Cindi

Mabuzzbee. Now that has gotta be a funny poem.  My husband was probably like that about 20 years ago (we have been married 26, eeeks!!!).  BUT....he was assimilated, now he is the opposite.  Have the best day, girl.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service