my wife's poem
THE OTHER WOMAN
Me and my ole man been together for twenty years
When I suddenly learned that he had another ole lady.
She was such a beaut that she brought me to tears,
Specially hearing that he was bouncin round with someone so shady.
He tole me that he met her just by chance
Cuz she was sittin all by herself and lookin right lonely.
But when he first heard her sing,
He knew he was headin for a brand new romance.
He tried to conceal his cheatin heart,
But I knew he was full of baloney.
He said she could cut up like nobody else
And that cutting up made him feel like a young man agin.
I tole him if he didn’t give her up,
He would be livin by his self.
Shakin his head no, that sorry dog picked up his pint of gin
And swallowed the whole damn bottle
As I counted to ten.
I always thought that if my ole man ever ran out on me,
I’d beat him till he turned black and blue,
So it sure came as a total surprise to see
That the other woman never gave me no clue
That she was an it with a huge handle and long bar
And that this it was a damn chain saw
That made my ole man see so many stars.
So the moral of this sad story is, I’m afraid to say,
If you can’t beat ‘em, don’t join ‘em,
Cuz you might turn into the wife of a chain saw addict, too
And have to play second fiddle to something that’s
Always goin to trump you.
Original poem written by Mary L. Martin on Jan. 5, 2008