A woman runs around the house all day
Thinking 'This night, I'll play,
I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home.
After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.'
Then through the door her man appears
With bundles of flowers, a case of beer,
His caseload of work, and smiling still!
The woman is happy! Steaks on the grill! !
They dine with candles alight,
He pats her ass, whispers, 'Tonight.'
She's bought a naughty at a store.
Slithers into bed and hears the snore!
Slithers out of bed, smashes a plate
Loud enough to begin a debate.
He stumbles, grumbles into the room
Where his love is flying a broom.
'What's THAT all about, what's the matter? '
As another plate flies at his head to shatter,
She spits, 'I'm going home to Mother! '
'You ARE your mother, doen't even bother.'
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-says-talk-dirty-to-me-humor/
