{"id":1452,"date":"2009-12-04T10:20:41","date_gmt":"2009-12-04T09:20:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/smutthull.net\/?p=1452"},"modified":"2009-12-04T10:23:44","modified_gmt":"2009-12-04T09:23:44","slug":"my-wife-and-her-horse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smutthull.net\/my-wife-and-her-horse\/","title":{"rendered":"My wife and her horse"},"content":{"rendered":"

$\"alma-og-trude\"$ Jeg snublet over dette diktet p\u00e5 nettet, og har ikke klart \u00e5 finne forfatteren, dessverre… Men tar sjansen og poster det alikevel (fysjom, og jeg kaller meg bibliotekar? tsk). Uansett – det er ganske treffende, det hender seg prioriteringene blir litt skakke n\u00e5r man holder p\u00e5 med dyr.<\/p>\n

Jeg TROR ikke jeg er fullt s\u00e5 ille som damen i diktet \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

My Wife And Her Horse<\/strong><\/p>\n

My wife she\u00a0has a quarter horse, with flaxen mane and tail.
\nShe thinks he is the finest thing that ever jogged a rail.
\nShe calls him Dandy Darling, and if the truth I tell,
\nthat fancy pampered quarter horse has made my life pure hell.<\/p>\n

My wife she used to cook for ME and serve it with champagne.
\nNow she’d rather feed that horse and fix his special grain.
\nShe rides him every morning, and grooms him half the night.
\nThe last time that she kissed ME it was just to be polite.<\/p>\n

He dresses better than I do, with matching wraps and ties,
\nmy wardrobe’s so neglected now that I attract the flies.
\nOne day my wife was shopping, she was down at the mall,
\nand fancy pampered DANDY was just standing in his stall.<\/p>\n

He looked so smug and sassy, that I began to grin,
\nI’d saddle that fat sucker, and take him for a spin.
\nI’ve wondered since if cues I gave, he might have misconstrued,
\nfor when I climbed aboard that horse, he rightly came UNGLUED.<\/p>\n

He bucked and spun, and snorted fire, and threw me through a fence.
\nI saw big stars and there are teeth that I ain’t heard from since.
\nMy wife came home and saw me, just a lying in the dirt,
\nshe rushed up to her HORSE and asked him, “Sweetheart are you HURT?”<\/p>\n

He’d scratched his nose a little bit, and the memory galls me yet,
\nshe left me lying in the mud, and ran to call the VET!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"