I made a poem...A stupid one...

Hey, I made a poem...

The Dumpy Old Cabin

By Louis Dimick

A Dumpy old Cabin sat alone among the trees

All dry and compact at 20 degrees

A roof made of fir and a door made of oak

Could withstand nigh anything, except for the poke

Of an aircraft missile falling from the sky.

Inside sat a man, of beastly proportion

His face a wrinkled mixture of fleshy contortion

His beard a tangled mess of ratty hair and worms.

Across the table from the man sat his wife

A beastlier sight you’ve never seen in your life

A witch of a woman, a fiend of a fiend

She may have lived longer, if he hadn’t intervened

But stand the man did

His anger unmatched

“Wife!” he bellowed,

“Make my food if you want your brain still attached!”

Now the woman could stand

minor insults and phrases

But when the foul man said that,

she replied:

“What the blazes???”

“I scrub all the floors! I mend all your socks!”

“Why don’t YOU do some work, you big fat hairy OX!”

The old man was stunned

This he could not ignore

The wife had not thrown such a tantrum before

The man’s anger grew about a hundred times greater

And he said: “Shut up, woman, and I’ll deal with you later.”

But the woman could not let him have the last word

She was stubborn that way, and she called out: “You turd!”

The old man scowled fiercely and scratched his big ear

He’d had it with this lady

Had it way up to here

He stretched out his arm and he grabbed his big axe

At the same time his wife stooped and scooped up some tacks

With a roar they both fought

Fought to end all this rot

And to see which old person was greater.

Well, they battled for hours

Without any showers

And the cabin they fought in was shaking.

It seemed, my good friends, that we all were decieved

For the cabin’s “strong” structure, of oak and of fir

Was not quite as tough as was at first believed.

See, the crashing and bashing of the people attacking

Was too much for the cabin, it just started cracking.

The timbers all quivered and trembled and shook

Then the old man gave a sneeze

Well, that’s all it took.

The Cabin just splintered

It fell with a crash

It seems the old hags’ deeds turned out to be rash

Both people were crushed, pinned down by the rubble

So be friends with your spouse (You don’t want this trouble...)

Well, this ends the poem of the Dumpy Old Cabin

Not quite what you were expecting?

Um......

Eh.......

I can’t think of anything that rhymes with cabin.   :(