Giving My Bad Habits To You

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Since I have been writing a lot of poems that do rhyme,
I find myself rhyming in conversations all the time,
Perhaps this is not too good a practice for an old man,
As I’ve noticed that is has rubbed off on my wife, Pam.

 

 

 

 

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Giving My Bad Habits To You

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When I first get up in the morning about 6 AM or so,
I go through a ritual to get me a going oh so slow.
I put my feet on the floor staring not feeling too grand.
And then say something like this to my lovely wife, Pam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“I get up in the morning needing to pee,
With my bladder swelled up inside of me,
As I head for the pot, I bang my old knee,
On the bed post made from a walnut tree.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pam then rolls over in bed after hearing my little ditty,
Kind of growling just a bit like an angry calico kitty.
Then sits up in bed shooting daggers over my way,
And she blurts out a poem as I then heard her say:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Raise that lid when you go in there to pee,
And be sure the hit the pot with the tee tee.
And shake that last drop off there just for me,
So I won’t have to clean the floor up, you see.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I guess I have ruined that old woman with my rhymes,
As she gives me those little rhyming things all the time.
Sometimes when we’re in the den watching TV in the day,
I look over to Pam in her chair and to her I will then say:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Well I guess I’m going to have to take a do do,
I sure hope my shoo shoo is not runny pooh.
As it burns my nostrils until I do get through,
And that makes this old man kind of blue.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pam looks over at me shaking her cute little head,
Wondering why I shared with her what I just said.
Then as I get up, I knew a poem from her was coming,
As she retaliated and said to me so very cunning:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“After you finish dropping all your nasty pooh,
Be sure you flush twice when you are through,
And spray the room good for a time or two,
Too cover up that bad smell coming out of you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I said “Pam you are pretty good at rhyming like me,
Perhaps, you should try writing a blog poem to see,
So you too should write a blog similar to this old dog,
But I don’t really think there’s ever been a lady Hawg.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I told Pam that I thought I was certainly ruining her,
Teaching her my bad habits as we live life together.
But I taught her many of my bad habits over he years,
And she just keeping gets better in spite of my fears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Message:

When you live with someone over many long years,
They pick up many of your own bad habits, I do fear.
But don’t worry too much, as this I surely do know.
They only do these things with you at your home.

 

 

 

 

 

By Bill

 

 

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Thanks for reading Giving my Bad Habits To You,
Bill