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'' She Doesn't Talk Or Spend ''

All is fine,
My new design,
So far has worked out well,
Some bits I'll have to realign,
Or I'll end up in hell.

I can't deny,
Nor tell a lie,
To conquer my life's mission,
My selflessness though does make me cry,
I must complete my mission.

Yes, I care,
That's why I dare,
To change the way women think,
They're saying we're beyond repair,
We take too much to drink.

Jobs we start,
We then lose heart,
Leaving them unfinished,
Usually then to the pub we dart,
Leaving their hopes diminished.

It's my intention,
With this invention,
To silence their constant moaning,
If it doesn't work I have to mention,
We'll revert to bloody stoning.

Through many years,
And countless tears,
This has consumed men's lives,
Though all is not what it appears,
It does concern our wives.

Now complete,
It's so discreet,
They won't know what they've taken,
We men are in for such a treat,
Old ways they've now forsaken.

The trial's begun,
It's so much fun,
My shock I must defend,
With orders I'm being overrun,

‘' She Doesn't Talk Or Spend ‘'

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