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A W ife's Poem

He didn't like the curry
And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't prepare 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.

Isn't there anything I could do

To match his mothers shoe

Then I smiled as I saw light

One thing I could definitely do

I turned around and slapped him tight...

Like his mother used to!!!!!

really!!!!

A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. What a peaceful& loving couple". A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage."Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visitedthe Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom on the canyon byhorse. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled. My wife quietly said, 'that's once'." We proceeded a little further and thehorse stumbled again. Once more my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.'"We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled the third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead."I started an angry protest over her treatment of the horse, while I wasshouting, she looked at me, and quietly said, 'That's once'. "And we lived happily ever after."