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Randall Smith
Poems
Oct 2013
The Last Word
Nag, Nag, Nag
That's all I ever hear.
When I get up in the morning
Till I go to bed at night.
When she wakes in the morn
I think she has a list
If I'm not doing this
I should be doing that.
Hard to believe but
She thinks I'm a slob
Why just last week I
Picked up a sock.
Just the other day
She went to get some ice
"Why is the tray empty" she yelled.
Why? There was a cube left in it
We went to a party,
I think I flunked a test.
"Are you wearing that" she ask
" I put it on" I said
"You left the lid up again
What shall I do with you?"
Being nice I said" There's
A porta-***** for you."
No more nagging
Will I hear.
The dog's inside
And I'm out here.
Written by
Randall Smith
Texas
(Texas)
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