BAD POEM Tyrone asked his work buddy Robert one morning, Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day? Robert replied, Thats because I make love to my wife every morning before work. Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him every morning. Thats easy, Robert said. I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this: Blonde hair, blonde hair, eyes so blue, I love waking up and making love to you! Tyrone was all like, Man, you white guys is so dang sentimental an shit.... But he decided it wouldnt hurt to give it a try, so he spent the rest of the day thinking up a poem for his wife. The next day Tyrone showed up to work just all beat to hell; bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works. Robert asked, Man, what happened to you?! Tyrone said, I dont know, man. I went home and tried your advice, thats all. I just told her a poem.... Well, what poem did you tell her? Tyrone told him: Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog, If I could roll your fat ass over, Id do you like a dog!
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 04:48:30 +0000
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