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.