Cheese and Whine
Premenstrual syndrome my fault,
can’t bring her crying to a halt!
No cheese in the fridge,
she whines unabridged,
then nicely says “please pass the salt”.
Told me I’m no good for daddy,
I told her I’m not his caddie,
golf course vindictive,
please one sedative,
so I hit on his wife Patty!
I do leave the toilet seat down,
but sometimes the bowl is left brown,
not my fault I poop,
please go find a scoop,
thinks she deserves to wear a crown!
Still can’t believe she is my wife,
with all the bickering and strife,
find a man better,
an Irish Setter,
no more “happy wife, happy life!”
Here's My Whine, Now Pass the Cheese - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
Syllable Count: 8-8-5-5-8
Date Written: August 13, 2016
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