Shayari Bazar

I come home from work this eveningthere was a note in the frying pansaid Fix Your Own Supper Babe I Run Off With The Fuller Brush ManWell I sat down at the tablescreamed & hollered & criedI commenced to carring on'till I almost lost my mindand I miss the way she used to Yell At Methe way she used to Cuss & Moanand if I ever go outand get married againI'll never leave my wifeat homeThe Frying PanDiamonds In The RoughJohn Prine