""Man, why you always so damn happy when you come
to work every day?""
Robert replied, ""Because I make love to my wife
every morning before work.""
Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife
to make love to him every morning.
""That's easy,"" Robert said, ""I just tell her
this little poem that I made up.
She loves it! It goes like this: 'Blond hair,
blond hair, eyes so blue...I love waking up and
making love to you!""
Tyrone, amazed, said, ""Man, you white guys is
so dang sentimental and ****...""
But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.
So he spent the rest of the day thinking up a
poem for his wife.
The next day Tyrone showed up to work all beat
to hell; bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip,
Robert asked, " "Man, what happened to you?!""
Tyron! e said, ""I don't know, man. I went home
and tried your adv ice, that's all!
I just told her a poem...""
""Well, what poem did you tell her?""
Tyrone told him:
""Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog...if I
could roll your fat @ss over, I'd do you like a dog.