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My husband is jealous...of my computer! |
| Every day 'round six o'clock, I finally make it home. As soon as I walk through the door, my fingers itch to roam The pages found upon that site, called, humbly, WDC My husband says, "Honey, will you please look at me?" Well, I turn around in my swivel chair And see him sitting over there. "What's for supper?" is what he asks, So I add THAT to my many tasks. When all is done and kids abed He sits down to scratch his head. "Would I make a better suitor, If I looked like your computer?" Well, I give in, turn off the screen But I think he's being rather mean. He once asked this about his looks, When at school, I was lost in books! He makes me think about a song From a commercial, now long gone. I wonder if Oscar Meyer would mind If I added to his song my own line. "Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer 'puter, That is what I'd really like to be. Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer 'puter Maybe then my wife would look at me!" |