Love Poems LOL
Love Making
Tyrone asked his work buddy, Fred, one morning, 'Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?'
Fred replied, 'That's because I make love to my wife every morning before work!'
Amazed, Tyrone asked him, 'how do you get your wife to make love to you every morning?'
That's easy,' Fred said. 'I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this...
'Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue... I love waking up and making love to you!'
Tyrone was amazed. 'Man you white guys are so damn sentimental and stuff'; 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 wife.
The next day, Tyrone showed up to work, just all beat to hell, bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works. Fred asked, 'Man, what happened to you ?'
Tyrone said, 'I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice that's all. I just told her a poem.
'Well, what poem did you tell her?' asked Fred.
Tyrone told him:
'Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog.
If I could roll your fat *** over, I'd hump you like a dog.'
Tyrone asked his work buddy, Fred, one morning, 'Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?'
Fred replied, 'That's because I make love to my wife every morning before work!'
Amazed, Tyrone asked him, 'how do you get your wife to make love to you every morning?'
That's easy,' Fred said. 'I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this...
'Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue... I love waking up and making love to you!'
Tyrone was amazed. 'Man you white guys are so damn sentimental and stuff'; 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 wife.
The next day, Tyrone showed up to work, just all beat to hell, bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works. Fred asked, 'Man, what happened to you ?'
Tyrone said, 'I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice that's all. I just told her a poem.
'Well, what poem did you tell her?' asked Fred.
Tyrone told him:
'Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog.
If I could roll your fat *** over, I'd hump you like a dog.'
