Morning Breath
I wake up every morning
To stare in the face of death
I love my wife with all my heart
But not her morning breath
I put tic tacs under her pillow
And even a bottle of scope
But do you think she'll ever take a hint
Well I'm guessing probably nope
I'd swear that woman eats road kill
Or something crawled in her mouth and died
When she puckers her lips to give me a kiss
I look for a place to hide
The dog won't lick his butt anymore
He licks her mouth instead
Don't ever tell her I wrote this
If you do I'm as good as dead
Okay, you know I'm only kidding
I'm not really being mean
But you know what I got her for Christmas
Yep, a bottle of listerine
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