Friday, 17 June 2005

henpecked

he goes woof-woof when he sees his wife;
the nasty little lady doesn't need a knife.
he would grovel to the ground
and shovel without sound;
he made up his mind to forever bind
his freedom to the happiness of her fat behind.

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