(Nothing like a woman scorn)

My little bad wife walked in door

Threw her bags on floor

Went to the dinning room, picked up a broom

Then looked at me like I'd better get the hell out of the room

So I headed for door

Before I got knocked clean up to the corner store

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While I was there the grocer gave me a strange stare

Cause I had a stick print in my hair

Then he said, where did you come from that quick

I sceamed out loud, I was transported by my wifes magic broom stick


There you go, forget the transporter on the Star Track show

Just piss my wife off with her magic broom, man you'll get were you're going with a big boom

Just a poem joke folks, my wife wouldn't dare hit me with a broom stick

Hell, she'd go to the closet and get the thirty eight and shot gun, then ask me to take my pick

What a nice chick

This is one reason I get home after work quick, quick, quick

Just a joke folks, I know it's sick, sick, sick

By the way, know a good wound doctor I can pick, pick, pick?