“A Matter of Size”

« A Matter of Size »

This case, it had the lot
Crime in a grimey spot
It was known that the suspect
An architect, was henpecked

The wife, most unpleasant
Burnt his morning croissant
Besides that wasn’t all
Said his tool was too small

The accused did protest
Said he’d always done his best
But he couldn’t deny
It looked like a string tie

Even with viagra
It really got no bigger
He couldn’t stand the shame
To always take the blame

One day he lost his rag
She became a punching bag
The shame turned to murder
He had ruptured her bladder


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