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Fred's Wife Needed Her Wings Clipped Or Did She


So it's men's bowling night out.
Usually Fred would bring his fan club,
his wife. 
But lately his wife needed her wings clipped.
She done Fred wrong.
Real bad, real bad
where Fred didn't come home for three days 
last week
After a night out of bowling the guys stop off
at the local pub, where everyone knows each other.
Fred orders the guys a round of drinks
and then pawns his loyalty to his wife 
to all the listeners at the bar
Remember Fred's wife done Fred wrong
Isn't that right? Or is it rights that isn't? 
Fred's all wound up, elephant memory and all.
He's stripping his wife naked in front of the guys,
exposing all the dirty secrets and laundry.
Go Fred, Go Fred, Go Fred
He's pregnant ... with piranha's.
He's stupid, with donkeys riding piggyback
Or is that the other way around?
Fred's on a roll.
For one hour straight, and more rounds a beer
for the guys he's going at it.
Even the fat smelling, a homeless lady in the corner
is licking her chops for Fred's free beer. Not him.
By now Fred's reduced his wife to residue.
Remember Fred's wife done him wrong ...
she needed her wings clip ...
or did she?
Man, oh man ... what kind of guy would do that?
Being so underhanded 
and being such a man eating specimen

connie pachecho

2/9/17

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