Married to a good looking Ogre
A beautiful pearl cast before a swine
Daily oozing with excessive lager
A blow he dealt to her graceful spine
Oh radiant Loreta
Daughter of great virtue
A vow before the altar she made to this sex maniac
This act she daily rues
As she sits still nursing her broken arm
Oh long suffering Agatha
A male child she couldn't create
Every blow she takes with excruciating laughter
To appease her confused daughters
Leaving even with a black eye not in her agenda
Oh insolent Martha
Daily do you push him to the wall
And nag him over frivolous matters
This gentleman daily you feed with gall
Until he turned you to a ball
Oh heartbroken sisters
Battered mothers
Self-exiled daughters
where cast thou thy discretion as spinsters?
For tomorrow he layeth wreath for thee
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