I wasn’t his friend; I was his masseuse. I tried to be friends, But it was no use. He no longer comes; What more can I say? He told me that I Rubbed him the wrong way.
Category: Poems for Grownups
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I Wasn’t His Friend
August 9th, 2006 — Poems for Grownups, Quickies
Equipment
August 4th, 2006 — Hunting / Fishing / Nature, Poems for Grownups
She was in a friend’s boat, Just reading a book, When the warden rowed up To get a close look. “May I see your license?†He asked the young lady. She quickly could see His intentions were shady. She said, “I’m not fishing, I’m just out here reading,†Though she had little doubt Where his […]
Diet
July 25th, 2006 — Limericks, Poems for Grownups, Quickies
My wife has a favorite diet, She insisted that I try it. To eat only beans Did loosen my jeans But her diet sure isn’t quiet!
Eggs
June 30th, 2006 — Married Life, Poems for Grownups
She always tried to please him And ignore his grumpy mood. He fussed about her cooking And the way she fixed his food. She’d fried his eggs for breakfast But he’d shoved his plate aside. “I wanted eggs for breakfast, But I didn’t want them fried.†So she scrambled him two eggs Trying to avoid […]
True Happiness
May 20th, 2006 — Married Life
Our happiness Would be no fad We vowed we’d never Go to bed mad. Last week we had An awful row We’ve both been up For six days now.

