Monday, 19 April 2010

A Quickie!!!

This poem came through from a online group and I knew there were so many of you that would love it!!!!

My Wife the Hooker.

My wife, she is a hooker
Of this she's mighty proud
And the stories of her exploits
Are legends in our town.

She's shameless with her talents
She'll go hooking anywhere
And if people want to watch her
She really doesn't care.

It seems to be a family thing
Her mother taught her how
Seems her grandma was a hooker
And my daughter's hooking now.

She goes to hookers meetings
To learn the new techniques
She starts hooking in a frenzy
And won't talk to me for weeks.

She doesn't do the house work
She doesn't make the beds
She doesn't have the time for that
She'd rather hook instead.

My wife she is a hooker
And I curse that awful day
When she first picked up the hook and yarn
And learned how to crochet.


  1. That is so cute!!!!

    Teacup Lane (Sandy)

  2. I love this, love this, love this!

    Is it okay if I share it around?

    My husband will no doubt want to post this on his facebook page - such a sad life he leads now that his wife is a "hooker"! LOL Plese let me know if this is okay to share online.

    Thanks for showing it to us all!

  3. Toooooooo funny. Crackn' me up. I'm printing this for my board by my desk right now.....

    Hope your weekend was special.


  4. Hahaaahaaaaa, I love this poem!

  5. This realy made me laugh, I'm printing it out to show my other hooker friends !!
    Louise xx