A Poem by David H. Bodecott
This is the tale of my friend Jack,
Had an affair behind his wife’s back,
He thought that she would never discover,
That he had got a secret lover,
But she did find out and she was vexed,
You’ll never guess what she did next,
When he went to bed and fell asleep,
Into the bedroom she did creep,
She took a knife with a very sharp edge,
And with it cut off his meat and two veg,
But I’m glad to say Jacks much improved,
Since he had his manhood removed,
Although bereft of all desire,
He sings Falsetto in a male voice choir.
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