Medusa

I have seen Medusa She's as wicked as can be She never utters a single word She just sits and stares at me Her hair looks like a nest of snakes Her eyes a piercing red She's already turned my heart to stone And my mind is almost dead Her smile looks like she's constipated You know, that I need exlax grin I think she was the serpent of Eden Cause she sure is as ugly as sin Many men have tried to tame her A dangerous journey to embark But now they're covered with pigeon poop Like a statue in the park This could be my final poem That's written on my own For the next time I see my mother-in-law (Medusa) I'll surely be turned to stone