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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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Date: 2/23/2009 4:28:00 PM
oh boy-- nevertheless a good write
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Date: 2/23/2009 7:44:00 AM
Ouch! Evidently she let herself go after they got married...lol. Love this write Catherine
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