John's Wife
John’s wife was a good housewife
But she had one bad habit
When all alone with John
She couldn’t half rabbit.
She was pleasant enough
And she baked a nice bun
But when all alone with John
She was the biggest nagger under the sun.
She was generous and kind
A woman any man would adore
But when all alone with John
He wanted to head for the door.
She had soft and tender skin
She had sparkling blonde hair
But when all alone with John
She would not leave her chair.
After twenty years of marriage
When she was out he changed the locks
Because if all alone once more with John
He would have strangled her with his socks.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2013
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