Overheard By A Honeymoon Room

Overheard By A Honeymoon Room

"I have nothing to offer,

But Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat".

Thus spoke the very intelligent

And blushing bride,

To the not so blushing groom,

On the First Night

Of the honeymoon stride.

The groom was simply flattered,

To know his wife was well-lettered.

"Wow! You are quoting Sir Winston Churchill"

"Easy man, Be cool, No way, Just chill.

Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat

Are the four letters on which

The plot of the First Night unfold"

"What a wife,

What insight", he thought

When the real meaning,

Of the quotation was told.

He thought it was nice time to know,

What else could his wife easily row.

"Pretty-One, What does this really mean,

Tell me, Not like this you preen.

If young would, If old could

Do tell me my Brainy-One, Touch-Wood"

"Oh! This one.

Young can very easy, but are very busy,

Old are very wanting, but are left wanting".

"Wow! What about this.

What can be the secret of Mona Lisa's smile,

Was it natural, or was it Da Vinci's guile?"

Scratching (her head),

The bride, touched the groom's goatee,

"You are wrong,

If you think her looks are Naughty,

You are wrong,

If you think her looks are haughty,

Her smile, I've guessed,

As we all know by experience,

Appears,when you have

A nice round of Potty".

"Wow! Just the last one.

Why does the Rodin's Man

Sits like this

What does he worry,

What is the crisis"

"Dear, this expression

Visits your station,

When you have finished,

Your customary masturbation.

Why did I do,

After finishing you think,

Washing your hands,

At the nearby sink".

Enlightened, by the talk

I was about to walk,

When I overheard,

The golden word.

Impressed with his wife,

He held her hand.

"Can We Ann! Can We Ann!"

"Yes We Can! Yes We Can!"

-MAKUSR