One for the wimmens

68R/T

I got drunk and swallowed my teeth, now
In rebuttal to the hostage joke I have one for our resident wimmens;

A WOMAN\'S POEM

He didn't like the casserole....
And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his momma 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 momma used to do.

I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around,

and smacked the shit out of him...

Like his momma used to do.


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