Unhappy marriage- a poem

His body felt sour of playing rugby all day,
he drove over a cat on his way home.
Road kill was an excellent way to save money on dinner.
It tasted like rabbit but you had to pick the crushed bones out.
His wife complained: ‘when are you going to get a job?’
‘When we get out of beer!’ he answered with a belch.
‘I wasted my live marrying you.’
‘You are one to talk, you get fatter every day.’
He decided to take a bath to wash the sweat off.
His wife came in.
‘You want to wash my back, ‘he asked.
‘I want my life back.’
She dropped the hairdryer in the bathtub and watched
him fry with a twinkle in her eyes.

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