I could add a few stanzas to this poem. Babs, why don't you try your hand at it and make it tomorrow's blog? There also could be a "I hate" poem for spouses, children and cars.
I hate women they get on my nerves theys liars and sluts and hos and pervs they cain't do anything easy or right they don't even know how to pick a fight theys sneaky and leaky and they body be freaky give me a man any day of the week I'll have him bending on his knee to seek A giggle a bat of the eyelash or two Gay or straight don't send just a few We be laughin and cursin In a minute or two.
I could add a few stanzas to this poem. Babs, why don't you try your hand at it and make it tomorrow's blog? There also could be a "I hate" poem for spouses, children and cars.
ReplyDeleteBack atcha Mame...
ReplyDeleteI hate women they get on my nerves
theys liars and sluts and hos and pervs
they cain't do anything easy or right
they don't even know how to pick a fight
theys sneaky and leaky
and they body be freaky
give me a man any day of the week
I'll have him bending on his knee to seek
A giggle a bat of the eyelash or two
Gay or straight don't send just a few
We be laughin and cursin
In a minute or two.
Bravo, Babs! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteYou'll love this insult Claire...
ReplyDelete"You should be women and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so."
Shakespeare employs this biting insult in "Macbeth" to establish the complete and utter repulsiveness of the three witches.