Comes home from work
all fires are out with only a squirt.
A quiet evening he looks forward to,
just Bill O'Reilly, a glass of wine will do.
His loyal wife - some news she has,
The Dryer - it's broke - I'm lost
she cries.
With bulging eyes and clenched white fists, he calmly says:
Put It On My List
She paces and paces and gives a shrill,
till finally she wins over dear ole Bill.
The dryer is dragged from its' lint filled nitch,
unscrewed in places where only midgets could fit.
Adjectives fly from this wine filled mouth
WHERE'S MY TOOLS he says with a shout.
Hours pass, parts askew, sweat on his brow ;
(Oh more wine will do!)
FORGET IT he says
OUT IS GOES
'GET MY MONEY, WE'RE GOING TO LOWES.
Thank You Dear!!!
by: Theresa Bush
all fires are out with only a squirt.
A quiet evening he looks forward to,
just Bill O'Reilly, a glass of wine will do.
His loyal wife - some news she has,
The Dryer - it's broke - I'm lost
she cries.
With bulging eyes and clenched white fists, he calmly says:
Put It On My List
She paces and paces and gives a shrill,
till finally she wins over dear ole Bill.
The dryer is dragged from its' lint filled nitch,
unscrewed in places where only midgets could fit.
Adjectives fly from this wine filled mouth
WHERE'S MY TOOLS he says with a shout.
Hours pass, parts askew, sweat on his brow ;
(Oh more wine will do!)
FORGET IT he says
OUT IS GOES
'GET MY MONEY, WE'RE GOING TO LOWES.
Thank You Dear!!!
by: Theresa Bush
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