Wrong Salad

relationships

Wrong Salad

 

I thought I would stay with her

Until the very end

But when she lit her cigar

It was sadly, the wrong blend

 

Man-O-War was my label

But she preferred White Owl

To smoke a different brand

To me was truly foul

 

When I offered a Johnny Walker

She preferred a different brew

I’m not known as a squawker

But that simply wouldn’t do

 

Restaurant meals another area

Where we seemed to differ

She would always order curry

Which did offend my tender sniffer

 

Finally there was the salad clash

For a Caesar, I would howl

But when she ordered Greek

I threw in the towel

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

You think that's bad--my wife picks the mushrooms out of everything. MUSHROOMS! Oh, well--at least she didn't vote for the orange buffoon. Aren't we all a mess?

[john l smith]

good morning Samuel
She probably does that because you are enough of a fung guy
What/who is the orange buffoon

[Samuel Dickens]

The chronic liar/traitor in the White house.

[john l smith]

Ah so!
quite a performance alright