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![]() Ode to a GriperYou griped about the wallpaper pealing You griped about the weather You vehemently complained loud and clear The grilled sirloins tasted like shoe leather You griped about the diamond ring It wasn’t nearly large enough I should have known when I married you Your head was filled with fluff I’m writing a book for single men Your biography I know will scare em’ You wouldn’t have griped in the olden days When a man could have had a harem Send this Whackocard to your friends! |