Out of the Frying Pan
On the day of his divorce
He put a bet upon a horse
And when it lost he bet again
And then he walked home in the rain
No-one asked, ‘How much d’ya lose?’
He didn’t wipe his muddy shoes
And no-one moaned and no-one groaned
And no-one said you shoulda phoned
In the morning no-one said
Don’t forget to make the bed
Or asked him at the crack of dawn
When you gonna mow the lawn
He didn’t vacuum, didn’t dust
And how he grinned when no-one fussed
He never liked Do-It-Yourself
But now he needn’t fix that shelf
He got some food inside his belly
Put his feet up, watched some telly
Guessing it was getting late
Grabbed a beer and called a mate
His ‘Echo’ bought from Amazon
He wondered if she’d left it on
He said, Alexa, what time is it
‘She’ said…
Time you washed up, fixed the fence and paid your mum a visit
[Inspired by my recent purchase of an Amazon Echo and my accidental
discovery that she does jokes. Try saying… Alexa, make me a sandwich (apparently it’s well documented on YouTube but I found out by pure chance)]
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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