Very hairy lady

I married a very hairy lady when I got drunk on scotch.

I nearly died of a heart attack when I learned that I married a sasquatch.

When we kiss, I get a mouthful of hair.

It's like making love to Chewbacca and it's not fair.

She hasn't bathed in months and she smells like piss.

It's too much to take, I can't stand this.

When I think about what our kids will look like, it makes me worry.

Does anyone know a good lawyer? I want to get a divorce in a hurry.

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This is a fictional poem

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funny as hell