Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?"

Robert replied, "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: Blonde hair, blonde hair, eyes so blue, I love waking up and making love to you."

Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys is so damn sentimental and 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 all beat to hell, with bruised eyes, a broken nose, a fat lip -- the works.

Robert asked, "Man, what the hell 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 the hell kind of poem did you tell her?

Tyrone recited it: "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog, if I could roll you fat ass over, I'd do you like a dog!"