Frying Pan
4 April, 2018
Author: Lamar Cole
He pissed his wife off and went to bed.
And on his soft pillow he laid his head.
His wife sneaked into the kitchen after he had gone to sleep.
And got back into bed without making a peep.
She slammed him on the head with a frying pan.
And into the hospital ICU he did land.
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