165. SHE'S SO NICE


165.

SHE'S SO NICE

I'm a very nice person,
ask anyone who knows me,
I'm sure they'll agree,
unless . . .

I'm tired
or hot
or hungry.

I've caught my pocket
     on a door knob,
I'm wearing a new bra,
or I'm playing Monopoly with sore losers.


I have to "cook" tonight,
my back hurts,
or I'm sitting next to a sniffler.

I forget to hit save,
I might actually have to iron,
or it starts with T and ends with P.

I guess then I might be not-so-nice.

But seriously,
otherwise, I'm a dream!
Just ask my husband.


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