This Poem was Submitted By: Timothy Phillip Helm On Date: 2001-08-02 20:05:25 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Idiot

I was always the man: work hard, drag home, kick the cat, growl at the wife, fuss at the kids, gripe about supper, not one kind word to say. As a wife I have learned; I was an IDIOT. And I smelled bad, too. You cook, you clean, cut the yard, wash clothes, cook and clean some more, fix the screen door, scrub the toilet, besides trying to better myself; then the boss stomps in and she says, "The kitchen is a wreck, the cat "made a mess and the flowers need water. "Do I have to do everything?" No, baby. Not anymore.

Copyright © August 2001 Timothy Phillip Helm

Additional Notes:
I changed persons in there on purpose.


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