BACK TO WAL-MART

Back to WalMart


I Took Him Back to WalMart

My ex-husband
and I fought constantly,
Why I married him, I'll never know.
For all those
miserable years I said
My hubby has got to go!

Tried poisoning cakes,
stripping his brakes,
Salting his pork chops with lime.
Wiring his chair,
igniting his hair
Even though playing with fire is a crime.

But I
failed at each plot 'til I suddenly thought
Of a way that would set me
free!
I got rid of him for good and, know what?
They could't do a thing to
me!

I took him back to WalMart!
They'll take anything back you
know!
They said they couldn't recall selling him,
But they must have if I
said so.

They just credited him to my Visa and said,
"Ya'll come back
now, 'ya hear?"
They were so nice, polite, pleasant and insistent,
I took
back his mother the next year!

They'll take anything back at
WalMart,
Though it's broken or rotten or sweet.
And know what else? This
time of year
You don't even need a
receipt!