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I married when I was young, yeah,
a woman just as hale and hearty as me
and course I still had
to hang out with friends
and weekends I’d be off with ‘em
drinking and spending all the week’s pay
from Friday evenin’ till Sunday night
But my wifey ne’er understood that
and one Sunday night she’a said to me
*“Why do you do this, mon? How’d you feel
if you don’t get to see me for so many days?”*
“Fine by me, sweetie,” I said
as fast and as witty, even in drink
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and that night I didn’t see her
and come Monday I didn’t see her
and come Tuesday I didn’t see her
and so on Wednesday and came Thursday,
the swelling went down a little
and I saw my wifey again
hale and hearty
out of the corner of my right eye
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
1
I married when I was young, yeah,
a woman just as hale and hearty as me
and course I still had
to hang out with friends
and weekends I’d be off with ‘em
drinking and spending all the week’s pay
from Friday evenin’ till Sunday night
But my wifey ne’er understood that
and one Sunday night she’a said to me
*“Why do you do this, mon? How’d you feel
if you don’t get to see me for so many days?”*
“Fine by me, sweetie,” I said
as fast and as witty, even in drink
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and that night I didn’t see her
and come Monday I didn’t see her
and come Tuesday I didn’t see her
and so on Wednesday and came Thursday,
the swelling went down a little
and I saw my wifey again
hale and hearty
out of the corner of my right eye
...poem based on a joke I picked up at the drinking pool round the corner....and I see my wifey full with both my eyes, her tough hands kneading dough...
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