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The Hen-pecked Husband

"The Hen-pecked Husband" By M. Taha Effendi (Light Poetry) The door bell rang yet again, and yonder heard the distinct voice, of my dear old wife, full of pain, drowned all my dreams of rejoice. then came the thundering slap, that landed on my cheek now red, and as I panicked out of my nap, I realized I had wet my bed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/11/2012 3:06:00 PM
Did you know this activity is a thing of the past now? There are diapers for people who have these problems. Between babies and old people the land fill sites must be hard to handle. How are you Taha, every so often I see your name and have to come and say hi to you. Hope all is well in your world! Luv, Lizzie
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Date: 11/5/2011 11:04:00 PM
Poor guy! Fun reading this one everytime.
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Date: 9/23/2011 5:54:00 PM
Great fun in this, I can do with a laugh today.
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Date: 9/13/2011 12:53:00 PM
An impressive light poetry. This is what happens when you marry a wrong girl. Beware! Thanks for reading and your inspiring comments on my poem On Receiving a Rose. Good luck to you with your writings.
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Date: 10/23/2010 5:14:00 AM
That would be very bad situation..Interesting thoughts that produced this one..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara
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Date: 10/21/2010 4:23:00 AM
Enjoyed the hen pecked husband... witty write!!
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Date: 10/17/2010 8:43:00 AM
Load of thanks to you Carol. It feels really good to know that someone likes my poetry. Thanks
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Date: 10/15/2010 9:52:00 AM
Starting my weekend early reading all the amazing poetry of all the wonderful poets here at PoetrySoup. I am so happy to find your poetry posted here this morning Taha. Have a wonderful weekend and I hope you find tons of inspiration along the way as Fall is upon us. Love, Carol
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