Waggin' Tongue

By Bronco T

Livin’ with a wife, can sometimes be tough,
And I know that she thinks, livin with me’s been real rough.

Love aint the issue, when we have a big fight,
It’s generally about, who’s wrong or who’s right.

Now one day at breakfast, to use an example,
I’d won the argument, ‘cause my wisdom was ample.

Well it soon became apparent, that my wisdom had failed,
So I ducked out the back door, as at my poor head she flailed.

I sulked to the barn, tail draggin’ the ground,
As she burned up the air, with a loud squallin’ sound.

I could still hear her plain, till I closed the barn doors,
And breathed a sigh of relief, as I started my chores.

Today was the day, I took salt to the water,
So I fed my big draft team, a double helpin’ of fodder.

How I love that big team, with all their powerful muscle,
And as I harnessed ‘em up, it kept my mind off that tussle.

I loaded the wagon with blocks of stock salt,
Thinkin’ that fight with my wife, wasn’t my fault.

My team was a good one, Big Ben and Ol’ Pard,
Out of the barn I eased ‘em, and into the yard.

Just as we came to, the back door of the house,
Out came my sweetheart, my true lovin’ spouse.

I was torn between runnin’, or face a mighty tongue lashin’,
When she calls out with a sweet voice, full of love and compassion.

“Honey hold up, don’t drive so fast,
For I’ve found a solution, to our squabblin’ at last.”

Well I pulls to a stop, she jumps up in the seat,
And throws her arms ‘round my neck all feminine an’ sweet.

The she says with a sigh, “Oh, say look at this team,
How they both pull together, aren’t they just a dream.

“And wouldn’t it be nice, if like this team me and thee,
Pulled our life’s load together, what a joy that would be.”

Well I cleared my throat, feelin’ fear in my heart,
I said, “I’ll do my share, and I’ll do my part.

“And we’d pull like this team, if we’d both agree,
That we need one tongue, ‘tween both thee ‘n me.”