O my Golden fried Onions...

Golden Fried Onions...
O thy place doth all see?
U r like the shiny sculpted body
Borne by the bold and the beautiful lady!
Slim n slender Cut
Golden n Crispy Yet Soft n Sexy
Fried to be just that!
U smell just like her
waiting to be devoured...
Sweet and full
Sharp and mmm Tasty!
Rolled up in a bed of Oil
as Soft as those thin clean satin
How shall I let you slip?

O my Golden fried Onions...
Thy place many tend not to see!

No Wife :(

Unfortunately or Fortunately I do not have a wife.
A wife to make my house 'home' for me;
fill my stomach,
reach my brains,
lick my bod
and spoil my mind!

'order' things :)
or just let me lay around
and rot on my couch.
So there...

BUT..

Well, I have a husband ;)

:-p Anddd...he has a wife like above!!! ;)