Off you went with my trust
Not about us
Just the job in hand
I was tied, unavoidable deadlines
'Just go, you'll manage fine
(For you, these meetings a foreign land)
Our daughter had trouble with speech
Needed to reach
Out for a helping hand
This speech therapist was fit
Had great tits
Where your eyes couldn't help but land
Did one thing she said remain?
You men, all the same
(Push it down fella, with your hand)
Guess I will wait for written report
Yes to that I'll resort
When on my mat it will land
Good job in you I have trust
I have a great bust!
Here fella, give me your hand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BFF best friends forever! Just retelling a true event in a poem Red! When her husband came home and she asked him for the advice from the therapists, he admitted that he switched off when he realised she was writing it all down! He just decided to nod and enjoyed the view. My friend just shook her head! She knows what he is like!