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There once was a man named Ted

Who wouldn't buy anything red

He got shot in the knee

And started to bleed

And wouldn't buy blood, now he's dead



There once was a road through the meadow

That lead from the hills to the ghetto

One way you were fine

The other in no time

Would your back be sporting a stiletto



I never get up on a Monday

Or Wednesday, or Friday, or Sunday

I know you might say

"Why not other days?"

But you see, those days are "Wife-fun-days."



My children are often a blessing

And my fatherhood skills are progressing

They never make fun

Not any, not one

Unless they catch me undressing



A good dog will come running when called

Whether it ran, hopped, hobbled, or crawled

But I really can't blame

A dog's hesitant frame

To not come after you've had it deballed



A wife is a wonderful thing

For her I would fight, write, or sing

And after we've wed

And gone off to bed

I guess I should buy her a ring



(more to come)