Mrs Bobbitt Tosses Her Husbands Cigar
MRS. BOBBITT TOSSES HER HUSBAND’S CIGAR
she brought out the hatchet,
lowered the leprechaun guillotine,
took a satisfying drive,
threw away the cigar,
it rolled away from all the bushes.
he cried,
found his stubble (newspaper covered)
and a hyena surgeon.
tapped out,
drained and pale,
revival of his pal.
ditched his spiteful wife,
who smokes cigars blindfolded.
the men in blue
won’t touch this stuff,
braving burglars
but not their wives.
4/7/2018
Based...loosely...on a true story
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