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Husband Abuse

Contributed by norm on Thursday, 13th November 2003 @ 01:37:16 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



I said to the 'Pearl', "My darling, my dear,
When you go shopping, please get me some beer."
You loafer you lout, whenever you're out,
Get your own beer, You're broke, there's no doubt.

I felt kind of bad but I said to the 'Pearl',
"Come in the room; put on Milton Berle"
Get off your butt, it's good for your gut,
What do you think, I'm some kind of nut?

I felt lower than low but I said, "Sweetie Pie,
Of two colored socks. Will you take one and dye?"
You ask me to dye. Not in any pig's eye,
While you sit and drink rye? To you Fo, Fum, Fie.

I'm at the end of my rope but I still had some hope,
"'Pearl, cookie crumb, would you get me a plum?"
I'll get you a mop, and up you can hop,
And swab the floor till it's clean or you drop.

It's easy to see, a husband I be,
No more or no less it is easy to guess,
There is no excuse, it is husband abuse,
If you understand not, you sure are obtuse.

Any man who can see, will agree with me,
We marry you dears, what's in it for we?
There's no intent...for us to be naughty,
But anyone knows, it's split sixty forty.

As everyone knows, it's now I propose,
To write a complaint, tho I be no saint,
I'll enter my gripe and put it in type,
So 'Pearl' will relinquish the hype.




Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-11-13 13:37:16]
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Re: Husband Abuse (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Thursday, 13th November 2003 @ 04:26:07 PM AEST
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Hahaha very good.I enjoyed reading this one.
Well done, one of my favs.


Re: Husband Abuse (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 13th November 2003 @ 08:51:36 PM AEST
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oh, poor dear norm i feel for you
at least your allowed your pens,
so after you scrub floors, n' fix doors,
n' your sweet pearl has for you more,
remember this little fact so very true too,
that the woman you married really loves you:)
hugs n' love nessa
p.s. men who marry have a longer lifespan too! hehe



Re: Husband Abuse (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 06:58:35 AM AEST
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My poor abused friend, Norm
I must be obtuse....because this is not abuse. Now when Shirl the Pearl starts beating you over the head, with a pipe made of lead....that's abuse...And if you wrote this poem, while partaking of beer...then your view is dimmed....and this story you should not even share.
Perhaps, it would alleviate some of your stress, if you were more responsible and did more around your house each day, but dress!
You could emtpy the garbage, and bring in the mail....you get poor Shirl a cleaning lady, that would end this without fail.
No my dear friend I cannot side with you. You truly are not being abused....and Shirl stands innocent of any abuse, and I'm still obtuse!
lovingcritters
ConSue




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