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Say something nice my love
Pass the bread and butter please
Put down the dagger to the heart
A slice of kindness will do just fine
Don't be like the ugly lady in Amsterdam
Yelling at her husband to pass the jam
Make your own darn toast she screams
As the pretty young girls go by the window 
Nasty mean mom rocks the baby to sleep
She uses real rocks to speed the process
Father says that's not a very nice thing to do
As he butters both sides of the bread for two
Mom throws the both of them out the window
With the dishes which are as broke as them 
Babies don't have wings you know
She tossed them twice to get it right
But was it enough?  Dads are not Frisbees
It's a long way down and heads are fragile
Happy songs at dawn are better landing on the lawn
Mrs. Gurglesworth says, “Have a nice trip my dearies”
She can't read so she screams, “Don't write!”
Then goes back to bed with the cracker crumbs
Prays to God for what she has done
Munches on leftovers in the mattress
Or whatever she finds under the covers
Say something nice like, I miss the kids
Or say, but mostly I miss doing the dishes 
Isn't that delicious

Authors note:  In the 7th. line down, 4th. word in on the line of this poem, the author wanted desperately to use another word that begins with the letter D and has the letter M in it for good measure but he is reminded of the language police lurking at this site.  He decided to shy away from using a curse word that could or might offend the more delicate readers at this location.  He begs your forgiveness for bringing up the subject in the first place.  Enjoy the poem minus the naughty word.

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