Saturday, December 13, 2008

Ode to EC

Dead beat husband sits at home
Drinking beer all alone
Falls asleep with the TV on
Up behind him sneaks his hon
Tired old housewife lifts her ax
And gives his noggin 20 whacks
Into the backyard his body goes
Under the bushes of thorny rose
When work is done blood is gone
Down to watch TV sits hon
Doesn't hear the doorknob's creaks
Till she hears a voice that speaks
"Lovey hon, I've had a hard day
'How about a kiss', why don't ya say?"
The screams ring through the suburban air
The neighbors rush in to find her there
Sitting all alone in hubby's chair
Eyes wide open
But oh so dead
A single rose shoved through her head.

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