She is a mother of what I can not say
I was not brought up to talk that way
But the woman is such a fright
Just her looks is quite a sight
The children jump up and run
When she shows up during their fun
The rats wont even stick around
You will find them run under ground
The neighbors all lock their doors
Because the woman is evil to the core
Even though she is a rotten old bat
She does have a soft spot for her cat
Of course they all ran for their life
When they saw her sharpening the butcher knife
She has a laugh that can wake the dead
even the drunk poor old Fred
Now her husband is very nice
But would rather put his head in a vice
Then to be seen with his wife
Who can suck out his life
So when you see him with a frown
That means she followed him to town
She tells him he smells
Making his life a living hell
Ma and Pa Kettle the people would say
Oh My God they're walking this way
Run for your life
He has brought his wife
So as they walk through the street
It is a ghost town that they meet
Now see what you have done
My wife the kill joy of fun
All the stores are locked up
All because you wouldn't shut up
So now what do we do
Miss-know it all-goodie two shoe
With her nose held high
Straight into the sky
She turn and she ran
for the klu klucks klan
I swear he bleaches
So send out your leeches
But as the story went
They all ran for the nearest convent
Where the sisters all prayed
That the evil witch would go away
The men all in white
Were scared to death that night
So her husband the poor man
Got stuck with this woman
They climbed into his truck
This poor man with bad luck
Then headed back to the house
He was as quiet as a mouse
Creeping behind the barn
Way out on their farm
He sat down and cried
Hoping she would just lay down and die

Moral to the story:
Don't marry a witch
or you'll get a bitch!

02/03/2002

Posted on 02/03/2002
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