Socks

My wife got mad and nearly caved my head in with a rock.

She got mad because all I bought her for Christmas was a pair of socks.

She used all of her money to buy me a big screen television.

Being a cheapskate turned out to be a really bad decision.

That was a gift that she really hated.

She grabbed a knife and now I'm castrated.

Now I get laughed at by lots of men.

I bought my wife socks but never again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

View randyjohnson's Full Portfolio