Marriage Counselor Time
She dragged her husband to the marriage counselor wearing gloss.
He simply would not stand up to his intimidating, mean old boss.
She needed her man to grow wiser, grow up, and grow a pair too.
He would have said no, except she scared him, his wife named Sue.
Therapist almost starting laughing when she opened the door that day.
Such a cute sight. His black eye added juice to the story at play.
Not sure what was going to happen, she sat back and listened to her.
Wife did the talking, saying “he thinks and he said”, in charge for sure!
Would you like to speak? She asked the husband, Bill, the groom.
He not only didn’t, he excused himself quickly, leaving the room.
Does he have a voice? Can the man speak? She asked his wife Sue.
He can, she said, but he’s so afraid of the boss, his Mama, Miss Blue.
This added a new component to the problem. Harder to grasp.
Miss Blue gave him the black eye? The therapist asked with a gasp.
And a broken leg, a torn ACL, and other sprains and breaks too.
Mama Blue is a mean operator, said that truthful wife, name of Sue.
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