Cruel Reality

I love you babe it’s true

And I like to play with you

You’re as sweet as you can be

So romantic and so free

You are Oh! so much fun

We romp together in the sun

Our days such sweet delight

The sparks fly well into the night

You make me happy yes it’s true

With the special things you do

But in the morning you’re a mutt

Cuz your breath smells like your butt

I try to grab one of those strips

Slip it in between your lips

But you snort and spit it out

In my mind there is no doubt

That I gotta flee the scene

My sense of smell is way to keen

It’s not your snoring that I mind

And the truth is so unkind

But when you sleep through the night

There is something just not right

It’s probably coming from your gut

But your breath smells like your butt

I try to slip out from the sheets

Make my exit so discrete

Unexpectedly you rise

With wanton lust in your eyes

I try to make an excuse

But it really is no use

So I give you fair warning

Don’t touch me in the morning

I don’t mean to hurt you, Hon,

But your timing’s wrong for fun

Though my leaving seems abrupt

It’s cuz your breath smells like your butt

Sherry Gail Heim

February 27, 2005

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