Cave Life
A cave man cometh.
His strong meat chomping life,
his hairy wife.
Legend has it, that when hairy wife
returned home bearing berries,
caveman knocked her over the noggin
with a toy club, bought at Walmart.
Back in the Whitehouse
the President is facing a dilemma;
should he remove the pickle
and the lettuce from his cheeseburger?
He phones old caveman for advice.
The phone is answered by the hairy wife.
She say’s he should eat kale.
The president is clearly shaken.
He turns to the First Lady
she is not there,
she in the garden picking berries.
The President makes an executive decision;
he bestow upon the hairy cave wife
an ambassadorship to Greenland
in perpetuity.
“That should do it”, he mutters,
reaching for the ketchup.
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