Poetry

Tyrone asked his buddy Robert one morning, "Man why you always so damn happy when you come to work everyday?"

Robert replied, " That's because I make love to my woman every morning before work."

Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets her to make love to him every morning.

"That's easy," Robert said "I just tell her this little love poem that I made up SHE LOVES IT!" It goes like this: Blonde hair, blonde hair, eyes so blue. I love waking up and making love to you!

Tyrone was like "Man you white guys is so dang sentimental and shit..." But, he decided, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. So he spent the rest of the day thinking up a poem for his woman. The next day Tyrone showed up to work just all beat to hell, bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lips, the works.

Robert asked, " Man what the hell happened to you??"

Tyrone replied "Man I don't know. I went home and tried your advice, that's all. I just told her a poem."

"Well, what poem did you tell her," asked Robert.

Tyrone told him "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes just like a frog... If I could roll your fat ass over, I'd do you like a dog"