Open Poetry #1 |
A Frying Pan |
Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
My husbands a bastard. But what can I do? I simply don't have any clue. He rants and raves about this and that. And drinks his beer and gets even more fat. Oh and did I tell you,he don't even like my wonderful cat. He yells about the kids all day. And oh watch out if he don't get his way. If you ask him if this is true. Yes I'm a bastard. And I'm proud of it to. Some day I just might hit him with a frying pan. And I hope that he falls right where he lands. But what am I to do. I simply love him. And so will you. |
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Crystal Member
since 1999-07-24
Posts 62Hazel Park Mi U.S.A. |
Well if you do end up hitting him make sure you cover your tracks....very hilarious |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
Um....well...I've a cast-iron skillet you could borrow, though I don't believe he'd get back up off that floor! (oops..) It's true what they say..Love IS blind. |
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