Fancy Talkers
The nurse said not to worry,
It was just a little prick.
Then proceeded to inject something,
that exploded like a dynamite stick.
I asked my husband last evening,
"Does my bum look big in this?"
He sighed then smiled and then denied
I looked anything but pure bliss.
The mechanic checked my engine.
Said it was running fine.
Although I did my best, it failed the test,
and is no longer mine.
The interview went well.
They said I got the job.
Then passed me over for someone else.
All I could do was sob.
I wish these fancy talkers
would learn to tell the truth.
At least, that way, no dismay.
Although at the time may seem uncouth.
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