I FOUND MY HUSBAND’S PORN TAPES;
I hate him, yes, I do.
I found my husband’s porn tapes; no, I-am-NOT a shrew!
Men, they are so vile, filthy, dirty creatures,
You’d think they would respect US – they ALL had women teachers,
Who should-a really taught them: LOVE and some RESPECT,
For the DIVINE FEMININE – They ALL are bound for Heck,
Yes, I mean HELL – where they will fry, and burn-’way-evil-passion,
Perverted! Mean! Hard and Long – Libido’s out of fashion!
I filed my proceedings – DIVORCE PAPERS IN THE MAIL,
That bastard! He just signed The Waiver, admitting this sad tale!
ALL HIS LOVE, IT HAS BECOME – VILE AND OBSCENE,
THAT MAN – among-the-most-pitiful – that I have ever seen!
It was my reason there,
For-divorcing-that-LOWLY-man! I REALLY do not care –
If he just gets nothing! He’s wasted all my time,
I shouldn’t-even-have-written, this stupid little rhyme!
I FOUND MY HUSBAND’S PORN TAPES,
With little hearts inscribed,
On the filthy jackets; I found them, ‘cause I bribed,
A friend of his to tell me – where HE kept his stash!
MEN! They are a bunch of stinking, worthless, filthy trash –
I found my husband’s porn tapes, and, before they “take a hike,”
I’ll put some in the video, to see which girls he liked:
They’re stained and old;
They smell of mold,
And, HERE’S ONE ON THE SCREEN:
He starts it off, with his bad voice: “(She’s) the prettiest I’ve ever seen!”
And every single video – every-porn-piece-I-did-view,
And, yes, I cried a lot; WOMEN LIKE TO SUE.
And yes I made it all up! Cause Men are YUCKY