Mary, Mary….

MARY, MARY ….

Mary’s ears were popping
From this morning’s shopping
She’d heard a nasty rumour
She had no sense of humour

They said she couldn’t laugh
Nor her better half
He was just the same
Hollowed be their name

A dismal morbid pair
Called the Slough of Despair
Where a smile never breaks
One of Nature’s mistakes

I wish the best of luck
And am sure a fuck
In the proper place
Would put a smile on her face

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