(This is a fictional poem)
My damn wife did something awful to me.
She gave me a sandwich that contained a bumble bee.
When I took a bite, I got the shock of my life.
It was then that I realized that I have a _____ for a wife.
She did this just because I slept with her sister.
For some reason it really pissed her.
She somehow thinks that what I did was wrong.
If she gets mad about adultery, how will she handle a real problem when it
She thinks I'm a jerk just because I don't feel remorse.
Can you believe that her mother actually suggested a divorce?
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007
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