What Women Want

Paul Bell

He knew what women wanted
After all, he was a man of the world
None of that namby pamby stuff for his woman
Oh no, he was a practical man
So when she opened her presents
To find an iron and a hoover
She was ecstatic
She was that ecstatic
That when he came home the next day
To find his shirts pressed
The house spotless
Her gone
He couldn’t believe it.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 23rd, 2021 13:03
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 30
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments5

  • Fay Slimm.

    Ha ha - -- and who could blame her eh Paul - -- the read made my hair curl until the last two lines. Ha - - Great stuff.

    • Paul Bell

      I wonder if she left them for him. lol

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      Lol. Women want a lot more than that . If a man bought me a iron I would be upset ..,

    • Rozina

      No no no, not iron and hoover, please!
      Hahaha serves him right!

      • Paul Bell

        It was a cordless hoover, does that make it better.

      • spilleronsheet

        Lol
        Iron and hoover
        I wonder what the man wanted after all
        Sure enough the woman should vanish

        • Paul Bell

          She did come back for half of the spotless house.

        • L. B. Mek

          lol
          'but Dear, Honey, Babyboo'
          'you're always saying
          we should be, more Practical
          with our spending... Right?'
          (what great Fun
          your last few posts have been
          thanks for trying to share
          a little bit of that festive cheer
          dear Poet,
          your efforts are noted
          and appreciated
          much more, than you imagine)

          • Paul Bell

            You need a laugh at this time of year when you're competing against the women in the big shops.



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