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Husband
My wife causes all sorts of trouble.
When she yells my full name I run on the double.
Three children and pets are running up debt.
All my wife says is, “Try not to fret!”
So under my breath I just grumble.
Wife
My husband operates like a louse.
He scurries to his man cave like a mouse.
When I ask him a question above his head forms a bubble.
Picking his brain is like rummaging through rubble.
Tonight he will sleep in the dog house.
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