She said for goodness' sake.
She wanted that last piece of red velvet cake.
But her husband was such a pig.
He ate the last piece with a can of Bud and a cig.
She was so pissed.
She threw the empty cake dish at him but luckily she missed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SMALL MINDS AND SHORT TEMPERS HIGH CLASS OF SILLINESS NOW PL read my poems instead of just thanking me for reading LC thee UR LOVOLEEEEEEE POETRY no one returns to see