Was talking to the ex-wife today, (get along well) and she said one of the reasons she hates me is because I was cold, callous, and indifferent. So I sent her the exact copy of the vows I wrote and recited to her on our wedding day. Keep in mind this was ten years, ago and she is from Alamo, Indiana. "Clifford the Big Red Dog" does not become required reading until after you read "Davy Crockett, Squirrel Hunter", in twelfth grade! So I thought I would go ahead and post what I said to her at the alter and let the board decide if I was cold or if she is just like all other women that breathe oxygen :shrug:
I?LL STAND IN LINE AND WAIT FOR THE CALL.
I?LL SPEND MY SATURDAYS, AT THE SHOPPING MALL.
NO! AGAIN THE ZOO, I HATE THE LINES!
YOU?VE HEARD MY STORIES WAY TOO MANY TIMES.
?THE DISHWASHERS FULL.?
?IT?S NOT MY TURN.?
?THE GRASS NEEDS WATER.?
?LET IT BURN.?
?LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY.?
?DAMNIT, I WORKED ALL DAY.?
THEN YOU ARE THERE, YOUR HEAD ON MY CHEST.
THAT?S WHEN I SEE WHO IS TRULY BLESSED.
IT?S NOT THE WORDS, PROMISES, AND LIES THAT I SPEW.
IT?S MY LOTTERY IN LIFE!
THE CHANCE OF LOVE, I WON THROUGH YOU.
WORDS MEAN NOTHING WHEN GONE UNSAID.
YOU ARE THE WOMAN, THE WIFE,
WHO LIVES IN MY HEAD.
I WROTE YOU A POEM OF LOVE.
MY WIFE, MY SOUL.
ABOUT THE LOVE MY HEART CANNOT HOLD.
YESTERDAY, MY LIFE.
TONIGHT, MY WIFE.
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY.
LUCKY FOR ME, WE GET TO SPEND IT YOUR WAY.
?THIS IS A POEM TO WHO, IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY? ?
?NO! IT?S TO YOU! THE STRENGTH, THE WIFE I CALL ?BUNNY?.
I?LL STAND IN LINE AND WAIT FOR THE CALL.
I?LL SPEND MY SATURDAYS, AT THE SHOPPING MALL.
NO! AGAIN THE ZOO, I HATE THE LINES!
YOU?VE HEARD MY STORIES WAY TOO MANY TIMES.
?THE DISHWASHERS FULL.?
?IT?S NOT MY TURN.?
?THE GRASS NEEDS WATER.?
?LET IT BURN.?
?LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY.?
?DAMNIT, I WORKED ALL DAY.?
THEN YOU ARE THERE, YOUR HEAD ON MY CHEST.
THAT?S WHEN I SEE WHO IS TRULY BLESSED.
IT?S NOT THE WORDS, PROMISES, AND LIES THAT I SPEW.
IT?S MY LOTTERY IN LIFE!
THE CHANCE OF LOVE, I WON THROUGH YOU.
WORDS MEAN NOTHING WHEN GONE UNSAID.
YOU ARE THE WOMAN, THE WIFE,
WHO LIVES IN MY HEAD.
I WROTE YOU A POEM OF LOVE.
MY WIFE, MY SOUL.
ABOUT THE LOVE MY HEART CANNOT HOLD.
YESTERDAY, MY LIFE.
TONIGHT, MY WIFE.
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY.
LUCKY FOR ME, WE GET TO SPEND IT YOUR WAY.
?THIS IS A POEM TO WHO, IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY? ?
?NO! IT?S TO YOU! THE STRENGTH, THE WIFE I CALL ?BUNNY?.
