Sunday, September 4, 2011
To dream the impossible dream,
Keep your distance, if you know what I mean,
To have multiple Queens wearing multiple crowns,
Your multiple wives in multiple towns.
I love my wives, they love me too,
But they don't know about things that I do,
I have a sweet tooth, I think women are wine,
So to get my sugar, as the marrying kind.
I got a wife in Alabama, her father's a baker,
I got one in Ohio, who don't know I'm a faker,
I got one in Hawaii, we have a family of three,
She has no clue what's going on with me.
I got one in Minnesota, we live on a lake,
I got one in Nevada, who don't know I'm a fake,
I got one in Utah, we both love to ski,
She reminds me of my wife in Mississippi.
It gets a little dicey on major holidays,
I have to lie a lot and make a few plays,
I tell 'em, I got business that takes me out of town,
But when I get back, I'll make it up somehow.
I have wives of every race, every color and creed,
In their totality, they give me what I need,
I got a wife in Oklahoma, she loves to ride the range,
I'm having so much fun, I don't think I'll ever change.
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage