Morning Conversation

By John Dobby Boe

One morning I was sitting at the kitchen table
Reading the sports page when my wife came home
From an early doctor’s appointment

She started complaining about the mammogram
She had just endured, but I paid little attention,
Immersed as I was in the newspaper.

Irritated, she finally asked me,
“How would you like your balls in a vice?”
I looked up at this uncharacteristic question

And replied, ”Thank you,
But I’m already married.”

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