
(^_^)
I crept upstairs, my shoes in hand,
Just as the morning took wing;
And I saw my wife, four steps above,
Doing the same darned thing.
(^_^)
I always love my wife;
Like an apple loves a knife.
But she never prepares a good breakfast;
And I always depend on slice.
(^_^)

My husband was a good man;
He always remaind with me and never ran --
But one day I came to know;
That he will not love me again.
(^_^)
The cutie who wears a wollen stocking
Need never give her door a locking
But the cutie who choses other makes
Gets all the runs and all the breaks.
(^_^)
The boy Stood On the burning deck
Upon his face a frown
"Twas hot to stand upon the deck,
But Twas hotter sitting down...
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