Reece Kaye Poems
Poor Taste Poetry (Not For The Easily Offended)
My wife’s like a house, she’s so fukin’ big
With her Bulemia/Alzheimer’s trick.
She eats and eats like a fukin’ pig
But forgets to be fukin’ sick.
Note: Another Favourite Classic joke put to rhyme.
The doors closed, the tickle came
The tension rose below my eyes
A recurring nightmare. Just the same
It always brought a new surprise.
No handkerchief to catch the snot
I filled my palms with all I’d got
I had to look, but what a killer
My nose had gave birth to a tiny Gobzilla…….