Hemroids
The pain is subsiding
I think I can sit
It happens each and every time
That I shit.
That shit face kid
She should be buying my pills
She says "Mom you're ridiculous
You've got so many ills."
I hope she has triplets
Quadruplets or quints
So that it happens she never forgets
The responsibility she denied
But knew it was hers
Even tho I chose to have her
And bore her out of love.
- Author: nancy akbari ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2017 18:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I would put this poem under both categories humor and love
- Category: Humor
- Views: 34
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