The Men Hide In the Man Cave
They arrived on broomsticks
Cackling in a disturbingly knowing way.
Their men hid in the man cave
With their wives’ father.
How did you happen to have nine girls?
One asked his father-in-law.
He could not hear him
Because of the loud cackle laughter from the kitchen.
The TV was at full volume too
Which did not lead to any conversation
So they drank beer, trying not to think
About what the women were doing in the kitchen
Typical Sunday for all ten of them
Seeing their fate for the next fifty years
Luckily there was a refrigerator down there
Full of beer and snacks fit for ten kings.
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