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Thursday, September 27, 2007

"Man of the House"



The husband had just finished reading a new book
entitled, "You Can Be THE MAN OF YOUR HOUSE".
He stormed to his wife in the kitchen and
announced,
"From now on,you need to know that
I am the man
of this house and my word is law.
You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and
when I'm finished eating my meal, you will serve
me a sumptuous dessert.
After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with
me and we will have the kind of sex that I want.
Afterwards, you are going to draw me a bath so
I can
relax. You will wash my back and towel
me dry
and bring me my robe.
Then, you will massage my feet and hands.
Then tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me
and comb
my hair?
The wife replied, "The fuckin' funeral director
would
be my first guess."


2 comments:

Brian said...

I like this a lot... the poem reads very dry and unattached, which works well with the contrast at the end.

Ana said...

Neither this nor the UCLA post was written by me, actually. Funny, I never saw it as a poem, just one of the many jokes I receive via email, with no credits to who wrote them.