'You are the love of my life...first, and last, husband. <br />We'll be together till the end of time... <br />I'll wash your Gold Wing Touring bike.' <br /> <br />'Didn't know it was dirty. <br />What's the screwdriver for? ' <br />'Those hard-to-reach places.' <br />He bought the truth...but, I held Aces. <br /> <br />You never run a bluff <br />On the 'clean-up' batter. <br />Don't 'call' her hand... <br />She'll show you what's the matter.... <br /> <br />'I'm taking the car... <br />Bike won't start.' <br />'Okay. Maybe I <br />Washed the wrong part.' <br /> <br />'What part, Lover? ' <br />'All those wires. <br />I unscrewed <br />The engine cover...' <br /> <br />Three days' vacation <br />That Gold Wing sat and had. <br />Touchdown for the Home Team! ! ! <br />Ain't that just too damned bad.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/screwdriver-autopsy-humor/
