In the past Anna and I have collaborated on a poem about a bush tick, see www.odt.co.nz/blog/anna-chinn (and forgive the minor spelling error); and now in glorious google weblog format, Anna's raptastic contribution to marital dispute resolution, and this blog's first guest post:
Don't Have a Domestic - Have a Rap Battle!
Wife: Cook me some eggs, Matt, cook me some eggs! Next time you leave it this late I gon' hide away my legs!
Husband: My name is Matthew Man, I turned 16 in Japan, but now I'm 26 and you're gettin on my tits.
Wife: Did you just call me a bitch?
Husband: No I did not call you a bitch.
Wife: I was not paying attention - reading 'Weddings' '96.
Husband: Hold up, hold up, I'm a finish my rhyme. If you do not let me spit it I will not clean out the grime.
Wife: Word, dawggy-dawg, shit, you know I gotcha back, I'm a letchoo get along here with this dis rap battle attack.
Husband: My name is Matthew Man, I turned 16 in Japan, if you do not do the dishes I will not fry you da pan!
Wife: Rub-a-dub, hub, you have got some misplaced beef! I already did the dishes, you will always be my chief. Rapmanda must sign off now, though I really hate to taper, but the real deal is that we runnin' outta paper.
ODT Blogger, Anna Chinn
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