WARNING:
The poem on this page is very funny but should not be read by
children.
It is an adult poem and should only be viewed by adults
Oh Husband Dear Husband,
Oh Husband dear husband, I tremble with fear,
For you have been on overtime for almost a year.
And since your gone till way late at night
a good piece of ass seems way out of sight.
Oh husband dear husband Please don't be a fool
Working this overtime is wasting your tool
For it is better to be poor all of your life
then to bring a soft peter home to your wife.
Oh husband dear husband Now don't get me wrong
The money is good but so was your dong
You come home from work just able to creep
I feel like screwing but you went to sleep
Each evening dear husband you crawl into bed
Your intentions are good but your pecker is dead
I play with your peter all wrinkled and dry
I get so damn mad I could lay down and cry
I've pleaded with you dear with tears in my eyes
For in this whole world there is only one sin
To witch there is no pardon and never has been
And that is a man who is selfish and mean
Who gives up fucking to run a machine.
I've played with your balls but your pecker wont rise
So I'll find me a man who works eight hours a day
And while your on overtime we will make hay
Copyright ©2003 Laura Kicielinski
