when the maid cums

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when the maid cums


About one month ago
Hank told me I had a heart of Gold!
Just before he asked me for a place to live.

"What happen to you and your wife?"
"She's mad as hell and threw me out!"
Hank went home and I didn't hear from him till the very next day

"How is things with you and your wife?"
I had to ask.

"What do you mean? Everythings fine."
he acted like nothing ever happened.

a week later I get a call
Yep, it is Hank
"I need a place to stay for the night,
I am having a fight with my wife."

"Okay!"
He never made it. I didn't 'wait up' either
next day at work.
"What happen with you and your wife?"
I had to ask.
"Nothing, we patched it up." He proclaimed.

A knock at the door one night
yep it is Hank crying a puddle of tears.
"Okay Hank, I'll let you stay a couple days till you find a place
because I want my tranquility and serenity
I do not want a room mate

one hour later comes a knock at the door
"Hank here?"
"Sure, come in. You must be Mrs. Hank. Nice to meet you."
I just had to say."

"Oh, I am not mrs. Hank, I'm Bonnie. Nice to meet you too."
She had a smile that could suck a man into a dream.
Well she sucked Hank into the spare bedroom
and it sounded as though they were rearranging it

I was just about to knock and ask if I could speak with Hank
when a knock came at the door
I answered it and it was my maid 'Maria'

"Where shall I begin?" she asked while taking off her jacket
hanging it by the door and adjusting her ...
short, black french maid outfit.

"The bedroom," I said with a mischievious grin.
I explained my guest while on my quest
to the sea of satin sheets and love
'Maria' doesn't make a meal well in the kitchen
but in the bedroom she is 'Cooking'

The next day at work
Hank said he and his wife were back together
I said, "Better keep it that way because
I am having the spare bedroom, removed permenantly"

Life went back to normal
my tranquility and serenity restored
sitting here bored
writing a poem
waiting on saturday
when the maid cums

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AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
sounds like hank

is having all the fun..better not let nin catch that maid...doing anything but, cookin...blue

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
~~

Now when the maid "cooks",

is it a perk of the job

for she or thee?