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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wired Wife (2)
[time] => 2006-07-22 16:42:31
[hometext] => This is my revised version. Let me know what you think, ok?
[bodytext] => My mountainous, white-bearded man With narrow channels in his nostrils Snores nightly with loud jerky rattles My ears need rest and my mind needs sleep Again he rips the devilish, thundering sound That threatens to drive me insane Finally I start to fall asleep When he has another blow-out I jump, nearly falling off my bed I groan and roll over Is that an airplane over head? The sonic boom breaking the sound barrier? I roll back over and realize It's just my darling man His lips are quivering and he murmers words I don't understand He makes snorting pig sounds Making me think of the fair last fall Whats that, its morning time? Thats not the tea kettle whistling Its just my darling man If I used a recorder at night That would be a good punishment Use it for a torture chamber Letting him hear it again and again John Wesley Hardin shot a man once Just for making these ghastly sounds I hear the factory noise from down the way I try to listen to the bangs and booms instead I don't want to kill my darling man I rather live with a grizzly bear He would eat me and put me out of my misery I take my pillow and tiptoe down the hall Why am I tiptoeing? He won't awake! I still hear his rumbling and mumbling I think of the gun in the closet and... I listen to the soothing sound coming from the factory down the street! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 7 [informant] => sohangme [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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