Tyrone asked his work buddy Robert one morning,
"Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every
Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my
wife every morning before work."
Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to
make love to him every morning.
"That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this
little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this:
Blonde hair, blonde hair, eyes so blue,
I love waking up and making love to you!"
Tyrone was all like, "Man, you white guys is so
dang sentimental an' shit...."
But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try,
so he spent the rest of the day thinking up a poem for his wife. The
next day Tyrone showed up to work just all beat to hell; bruised eyes,
broken nose, fat lip, the works.
Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and
tried your advice, that's all. I just told her a poem...."
"Well, what poem did you tell her?" Tyrone told
"Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog, If I
could roll your fat ass over, I'd do you like a dog!"