3TC – “Morning, Dear”

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Get out of my bed, she yelled at the man

Oh dear, upsetting you not my plan

Thinking of you in I raced

Now there’s feathers all over the place

I’ll just return back to the pen

Get some eggs from your favorite hen

Fry them up, would you love me then?

With bacon, she asked with a huff

Of course my sweet as his chest did puff.

Married relationships are often rough

You have to made of tougher stuff

Being in love not always enough

Sometimes better to ignore the gruff.


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