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, amazed said, "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?"