Nag, Nag, Nag

Nag, Nag, Nag short poem

Uploaded by Randall Smith

Nag, Nag, Nag
That’s all I ever hear.
When I wake in the morning
Till I go to bed at night.

When she wakes in the morn,
I think she has a list,
If I’m not doing that,
I should be doing this.

Hard to believe but
She thinks I’m a slob.
Why just last week
I picked up a pair of socks.

Just the other day
She went to get some ice,
Yelled, ” Why is the tray empty”
There was still a cube in it.

“You left the lid up again,
What shall I do with you?”
Being nice I said,”There’s
A room out side for you.”

No more nagging
Will I hear.
The dog’s inside,
And I’m out here.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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