THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM


Socks

My wife got mad and nearly caved my head in with a rock.
She got mad because all I bought her for Christmas was a pair of socks.
She used all of her money to buy me a big screen television.
Being a cheapskate turned out to be a really bad decision.
That was a gift that she really hated.
She grabbed a knife and now I'm castrated.
Now I get laughed at by lots of men.
I bought my wife socks but never again.




Poetry by Randy Johnson
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Written on 2007-11-15 at 14:09

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