Hubby was so hard to buy for.
He never liked the gifts I gave.
For days after, I would be sore
From his beatings in rant and rave.
This holiday season, I made
My hubby a gift of himself.
I cut him up with a sharp blade,
Till he was smaller than an elf.
Then put his pieces in a box,
Along with a bunch of dry ice.
No more of taking his hard knocks.
This holiday would be real nice.
Hubby was wrapped. I had to grin.
I wrapped his gift in his own skin.
A true POETESS in her sarcasm. Excellent poem! 5 Stars! To my Favourites!
Now in 2021 it istill un update poem, glory to the women who dare, glory to the woman who dares to free herself from the beatings of ONE man!
Very eerie, very haunting, but IF you are a married person, how must this have ended? ! Otherwse it is very humorous poem and a very pleasant sarcastic. Have enjoyed very much, a true poatess are you!
This is the clerk at New Windsor FedEx, About your package wrapped with you ex, You used a cheap brand of masking tape, The sticky stuff was out of date And the wrap you used: his peeled skin Started to come off from groin to chin, Could you not send him UPS, We’re having some trouble with his address.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Real nice. thanks. good poem.