A woman runs around the house all day
Thinking 'This night, I'll play,
I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home.
After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.'
Then through the door her man appears
With bundles of flowers, a case of beer,
His caseload of work, and smiling still!
The woman is happy! Steaks on the grill! !
They dine with candles alight,
He pats her ass, whispers, 'Tonight.'
She's bought a naughty at a store.
Slithers into bed and hears the snore!
Slithers out of bed, smashes a plate
Loud enough to begin a debate.
He stumbles, grumbles into the room
Where his love is flying a broom.
'What's THAT all about, what's the matter? '
As another plate flies at his head to shatter,
She spits, 'I'm going home to Mother! '
'You ARE your mother, doen't even bother.'
This is very creative and cleverly written. It's sad, but funny too!
Man! this is really deep....Apparently the creativity of a person with an avalanche experience eqittable to any major in the field of literary works! ! ...Herkym!
the lesson is to always save room for dessert! your marriage may depend on enjoying it together... -chuck
An insightful piece of poetry set aside for sober reflection. I appreciate the rhyme of profundity and reality. Thanks for sharing.
The poem is mystifying and leads one to a different world of thoughts.
Very good, it tells a story and has a beginning middle and end well done you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now this is one witty male. This sort of repartee is usually only thought of after the event. So cruel, and yet, sadly, so true. A cleverly written, tongue in cheek piece about a wife whose expectations were set just too high. You pen comedy very well, Elysabeth. love, Allie xxxx