Just Share It: A Hooker Poem

                                                Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                 everyday is a journey.


he situation that has not its Duty, 
its Ideal, was never yet occupied by man. 
Yet, here is this miserable,
 despicable Actual,
 wherein thou standest—
here or nowhere is thy Ideal! 
Work it out therefrom!
—Thomas Carlyle.

Really have no idea who wrote this poem. I tried googling it to no avail. Being someone who loves to crochet, I just couldn't resist when I saw it. I knew I had to post it here for all of you to read. Just in case you were not familiar. Sometimes, we just need a good laugh so I hope you will enjoy.

A Hooker Poem

My wife is a hooker,
Of this she’s mighty proud,
And the stories of her exploits,
Are legends in our town.
She’s shameless with her talents,
She’ll go hooking anywhere,
And if people want to watch her,
She really doesn’t care.
It seems to be a family thing,
Her mother taught her how.
Seems her grandma was a hooker,
and my daughter’s hooking now.
She goes to Hookers’ meetings,
to learn the new techniques.
She starts hooking in a frenzy,
and won’t talk to me for weeks.
She doesn’t do the housework,
She doesn’t make the beds,
No she doesn’t have time for that,
She’d rather hook instead.
My wife, she is a hooker,
and I curse that awful day,
when she first picked up the hook and yarn,
and learned how to Crochet!!

Have a blessed day everyone.