God’s work

GOD’S WORK

(Erotic humor)

For several days,

His wife was in pain.

She groaned and groaned,

“My head is killing me,”

“My chest is killing me,” she said.

She didn’t want to see a doctor,

And for several days,

She couldn’t lift her head from the bed.

One night, she had severe crises,

Murmuring all the while,

By morning she said,

“This is my last night.”

Immediately, I called

Emergency for help.

I removed her clothes

To dress her in others

So she’d look better.

As I looked at her,

A thought came to me,

To make love one last time,

Maybe she’d go

To the other world

More complete and more free.

As I began, she opened her eyes.

Outside, the ambulance driver

Arrived nonstop,

Honking the horn.

“Continue,” she started to say,

“It’s God’s work,

I’m feeling better.”

“Keep going, harder,”

She shouted without pause.

The horn blared

In the street…

“Hey, fool,” she said,

“Don’t let me die

With that cursed horn.”

“Finish this first,

Then call out the window,

And tell the driver

That the wife is better,

And the crises have passed.”