My Dog Very Seldom Bitches Like My Ex-wife Does

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A warm loving poem about ex-wives.

Submitted: March 08, 2008

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My dog lays around all day wondering why dog is God spelled backwards.

She dreams of running away, but stays for the good food I give her.

I married the wrong woman, but thankfully I divorced the right one.

Dating is overrated but sex is really good, so I endure the conversation.

I put the words of a song into my head, then I forget the melody.

If all the answers are found in a haiku, why don’t we all speak Japanese?

Seven is lucky only when thirteen is unlucky on Friday.

Russian roulette has a one in six chance of changing your life.

Where have all the female prophets been hiding?

I’m waiting for all wives of Moses to write a tell all.

Wine is thin and fruity served in clear glasses.

Beer is fat and brown and pours directly from a can.

Daughters are much betters than sons, because my only child is a girl.

She is a superhero and not a typical child, thank God!

The poor are rich from the worry of materialism.

I pity the wealthy who live in gilded cages of freedom.

Yes I’m glad to be poor for ever more, Poe Poe me ever more.

I send my money each month to my least favorite charity, who’s ex-poor.

My dog never told me she loved me yet she has always been loyal.

Ex-wives are fickled, like cucumber wanting desperately to be a pickle.

My Dog Very Seldom Bitches Like My Ex-wife Does


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