Tyrone asked his work buddy Robert one
morning, "Man, why you always
so
damn happy when you come to work every day?"
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:
"Blond hair, blond 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 him:
"Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a
frog.
If I could roll your fat ass over, I'd
do you like a dog!"