Bred and Whine

She came to see me once or twice
I thought that she was very nice
I didn’t see the other side
Until I started thinking “bride”

That other side, the one she’d hidden
Started to emerge, unbidden
I’d just seen the luscious bits
A perfect ass and bulging tits

She used them to distract my mind
From seeing that she wasn’t kind
She hated animals and kids
(that statement put us on the skids)

In nature she saw bugs and sweat
She wouldn’t garden on a bet
She wouldn’t eat the game I shot
Store-bought food was all I got

Man can’t live being bred alone
There must be more he can count upon