'I'M Getting Real Tired' Poem by Linda Winchell

I'm getting real tired of your nightly snoring!
If I had some Tampons', I'd shove them up your nose!
And that gas you keep letting out when you walk
yelling, 'Huston thar she blows! '

Do you think that your some kind of comedian?
You haven't made me laugh a bit!
Where is that man I'd married?
Who would open doors for me
And would pull my chair out when I went to sit?

I think someone's replaced you?
Cause your not looking quite the same.
I know that your the man I married
Because you seem to have his name.

But unless you like these dark circles
That I am sporting underneath my two baggy eyes!
I'd appreciate you bring my husband back
And that you'd remove that, horrible bearded disquise!