Woman's Poem

"Woman's Poem"

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 smacked him...
Like his mother used to do.

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"Next What?"

The elderly husband and wife, both a little
hard of hearing, were watching golf on TV.

The husband turned to his wife of some 50
years and said, "In my next life, I'm going to
be rich and play all those beautiful golf courses
with their great bars and dining and dancing areas."

The wife quickly responded, "How will you be
able to manage all that with your bad legs?
You can barely walk!"

"I said, '..in my next life...,'" the husband replied.

"Oh," she said. "I thought you said, '..with my next wife!'"
Received on Sat Jun 14 08:15:04 2008