Dear All,
This Proves, beyond any 'Reasonable' Doubt, that men, Do NOT 'understand' Women- no matter how 'hard' they try.....
It is his wife's birthday, the following week, so the man asks her "What do you, Most want, for your Birthday my Love?" "I'd Like to be 'Eight'" sweetheart, replies his beautiful 'gal'.
So, on the morning of her birthday, the Husband gently wakes his Wife- with a loving Kiss. "Happy Birthday Darling" said the man, before putting a tray over the bed. The tray contained Toast, a Boiled Egg, Coco Pops and a carton of Chocolate Milk. "See you, in a minute" he said leaving the room.
His Wife, Mary, made her way into the 'Bathroom', relieved herself, had a wash, cleaned her teeth before come Downstairs, in her Dressing Gown. Quite a 'Sight' greeted her.
On the table stood a number of, brightly wrapped, packages- each one carefully labelled. As Mary, was opening, her Presents Tom (her Husband) was making Hot Chocolate- which he 'Served' with Marshmallows. The Presents were Bangles, Hair Nets, Combs, Nail Varnish, Make Up and Scents- except for the Large One, which was a Flowery Dress. By the time Mary had Opened, it all, it was nearly Eleven Thirty. "Will you put the Dress 'On', my Love" asked Tom.
So by around twelve thirty, Mary had Showered, 'Done' her hair and 'Dressed', she have even Tried the Scents (Good Grief, how COULD he!) "Hurry up Babe" called Tom "I've 'Booked' a Table". So he had, at a Pizza Restaurant!
Next he took his wife, to see the latest Disney 'Blockbuster', followed by an Open Air Bus Ride, stopping at all the 'Sights'. Finally reaching the Bus Depot Mary was getting Tired.
Next up was a Trip to a Burger Bar, complete with Fizzy Pop, Garlic Bread and Ice Cream..... by the time the she actually 'Got Home' Mary was completely Exhausted! Allowing her time to Get Back into her 'Jim Jams', Tom made- yet more- hot Chocolate, served- this time- with Chocolate Chip Cookies. Producing a Large Blanket to wrap around, his Wife, Tom asked "How was Your Day 'Being Eight'?"
Mary looked a Little confused, for a moment, before saying "I MEANT 'Dress Size', you Idiot!"
AndrewT
I love this poem.....