It's Not a Crime!

by

Hardy Parkerson

I'm lookin' for some paper I can write on.
I'll get a napkin from the Pizza Hut.
I'll write a poem and make it rhyme,

if I can find the time;
I know the people think I'm quite a nut.

My wife is shopping in the mall at Dillards.
I hope she buys me somethin' that I like.
It might be some cologne that I can call my own;
I'll put it on when I go out at night.

And then I know the women will all love me,
Although I'm married to my lovely wife;
But it won't hurt a thing to hide my wedding ring
And watch the ladies smile as they go by.

The moral of this story, let me tell you,
In case you have not heard it by this time:
It's like my buddy said,

"You're married, your're not dead."
And watching pretty girls is not a crime.

It's not a crime!

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Drunk
by: Bong
from: Johor Bahru, Johor, Malaysia

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