A woman runs around the house all day <br />Thinking 'This night, I'll play, <br />I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home. <br />After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.' <br /> <br />Then through the door her man appears <br />With bundles of flowers, a case of beer, <br />His caseload of work, and smiling still! <br />The woman is happy! Steaks on the grill! ! <br /> <br />They dine with candles alight, <br />He pats her ass, whispers, 'Tonight.' <br />She's bought a naughty at a store. <br />Slithers into bed and hears the snore! <br /> <br />Slithers out of bed, smashes a plate <br />Loud enough to begin a debate. <br />He stumbles, grumbles into the room <br />Where his love is flying a broom. <br /> <br />'What's THAT all about, what's the matter? ' <br />As another plate flies at his head to shatter, <br />She spits, 'I'm going home to Mother! ' <br />'You ARE your mother, doen't even bother.'<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-says-talk-dirty-to-me-humor/
