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No more grits!

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM) I'm angry and I'm about to have a fit. I'm going to divorce my wife if she serves anymore grits. She thinks I won't do anything because she has sass. But if I get anymore grits, I'll put my foot up her ***. When I married her, I was nothing but a stupid chump. If she serves grits again, I'll have to get my stomach pumped. She serves grits for breakfast, lunch and even for dinner. When I look at my marriage certificate, I know I'm no winner. I do not want anymore grits and I don't care if I'm rash. If I get grits just once more, I'll throw her out with the trash.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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