Hubby was so hard to buy for. <br />He never liked the gifts I gave. <br />For days after, I would be sore <br />From his beatings in rant and rave. <br />This holiday season, I made <br />My hubby a gift of himself. <br />I cut him up with a sharp blade, <br />Till he was smaller than an elf. <br />Then put his pieces in a box, <br />Along with a bunch of dry ice. <br />No more of taking his hard knocks. <br />This holiday would be real nice. <br /> <br />Hubby was wrapped. I had to grin. <br />I wrapped his gift in his own skin.<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-gift/
