Bumble Bee

My damn wife did something awful to me.

She gave me a sandwich that contained a bumble bee.

When I took a bite, I got the shock of my life.

It was then that I realized that I have a bitch for a wife.

She did this just because I slept with her sister.

For some reason it really pissed her.

She somehow thinks that what I did was wrong.

If she gets mad about adultery, how will she handle a real problem when it comes along?

She thinks I'm a jerk just because I don't feel remorse.

Can you believe that her mother actually suggested a divorce?

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This is a fictional poem

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