Henpecked Poems - Poems about Henpecked

We were drinking in the Eagles Nest; a cozy little pub, one Friday evening after work completed in the scrub. Most of us are timber workers, who get paid on Friday night, so we’re all cashed up and thirsty in a setting that’s just right. There were six of us who formed a shout and mixed to socialize, and as...

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Doreen acted like the brain of Britain Answering questions on the TV quiz show She would sit and shout out the answers Her face would have a smug rosy glow Her poor husband Harold could do nothing right She would moan at him all night and day Belittling him with her intelligent quips ‘Yes you’re right dear ‘was all Harold could say Doreen...

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Do you dare to hear this story, listen to the rant of a cuckold tale This story will give you nightmares if your masculinity has begun to fail Despondent voice of said henpecked man was recorded secretly at a support group therapy session He swear he loves his wife, don't know why he picked up the knife Says he has a wonderful life, but...

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HENPECKED She’s written all over his back: “Kick me” “loser” She holds the reigns. “Whoa… where do you think your going?!” His children walk over his cobblestone back With their ten pound clown shoes Those aching feet whine endlessly: “Father, I need more money!” He gallops to the pub And drinks the dregs of sin. Spends his own hammer and nails, They shake in his brown ale. He...

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“Time for a break. ‘She calls out to me.’ Come in ‘She says’ And make the tea.” © Harry J Horsman 1993...

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