A women's poem......

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He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake,
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue..
Then I turned around and
whacked him one...........

Like his mother used to do!

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THE END

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....a text I'd just rec'd!

[benny3008]

Lol, v. funny

[brenda]

Like it !--Brenda.

[marval]

HaHa

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I thought that text was fuuny too!

I had an email like that one NoK, but my one read:

" A Short Winter's Poem..........................Fluff me it's cold!"

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The Perfect Woman

The perfect woman
Doesn’t fart
Like a trumpet sounding
But rather it is released
Like she’s gently sighing

The perfect woman
Doesn’t belch
Out the word Bulawayo
But rather releases it
Behind her hand delicately

The perfect woman
Doesn’t sweat
Or anything like as vulgar
If they overheat
The darlings just perspire

The perfect woman
Doesn’t swear
Only Sugar and maybe bloody
If they stub their toe
Its sod it or even buggeration

The perfect woman
Doesn’t exist
They fart and blame the cat
They belch and blame the food
They sweat and blame the change
They swear and blame the man

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*funny even - time for bed, nite, nite! -x-

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Ha, ha, ha! Thank you all, I'm really off to bed now. -x-