Cream’s wife asked him
To go to the store.
Cream’s wife’s husband obeyed
Without asking what for.
Cream’s wife’s husband’s friend
Saw how the scales tipped
And he said to cream
“My God man, you’re whipped!”
Filed under Poems
Tagged as Dairy, Dumb, Humor, Marriage, Poetry, Postaday
He could pronounce it ‘Hwupped’ as long as he doesn’t open a can of Whoop Ass. If your ass is whooping, y’all should stay away from the beans. 👿 🌯
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