The jeepers wife poem

[iaccocca]

My husband has a mistress
With whom he does not sleep,
He'll ride her and rock her
Because she is his JEEP.

We can't go out to dinner
The bills can't be sent,
Shocks, suspension and lift kit,
The pay check has been spent.

All the mods being added
Makes the Jeep start to rise,
All I can think about is:
What a workout for my thighs.

It's really getting late
And he still isn't home,
He must be in the woods
Looking for a place to roam.

Here he comes now
And he's got mud on his shirt,
He must have had the top off
When he went playing in the dirt.

I went to look at "Swee'Pea",
His nickname for his Jeep,
The mud puddle he found
Must have been waist deep.

Mud was caked on the fenders,
The seat and the hood,
His Jeep can go anywhere
That others wish they could.

The next morning he will drive her
To work for others to see,
And then come home that evening
And scrub her clean as clean can be.


The top being off in winter
In rain, sleet or snow,
Gets lots of strange looks
But makes my husband glow.

We took the Jeep on our honeymoon,
We went to Myrtle Beach,
Hurricane Floyd was in the forecast
And us he would eventually reach.

Trees, debris and water
Filled the entire road,
But Al took out the Jeep
And she would not be slowed.

We drove without the doors on
In the pouring rain,
He handed me an umbrella
When I started to complain.

I should get as much attention
But I guess I have no choice,
I guess I should count my blessings
That her name isn't Monica or Joyce.

[Grumpy]

[mtnrubi]

Great read! Thanks!

[Danny]

Great post Lee...SO TRUE...SO TRUE!!!