My Wife

MY WIFE

A *****
A witch
Necessary evil begin.
Needed her once,
Now yet  to kill her
  An unfortunate 
sin.

Her womb
A vessel
I  and she needs to fill.
 Yet menopause insanity
My wife should her find a cure pill.

My wife …she’s over the hill
Again, want to kill
thou shalt
cant not fulfill.
From  killing her, I should find a cure pill.

My wife
A good cleaner
Diner maker
Betty Crocker
Cake baker.

No compare
Brittany spears shaker
What a sexy shaker
But my wife
Hate her,

She’s moody
Unpredictable
A Dracula queen.

Cant stand her anger
Raging housewife mean
A mean machine
I cant  stand her being.


Besides she no longer fit
Those tight 
Blue jeans.

She lost her sheen
Gray skin
Unclean
A *****
A witch 
yet to kill her 
unfortunate
Sin.

My wife, never should have
Let it ever begin.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Atanacio Avatar
February 23, 2009 at 4:28 PM
oh boy-- nevertheless a good write
Parish Avatar
February 23, 2009 at 7:44 AM
Ouch! Evidently she let herself go after they got married...lol. Love this write Catherine
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