My Wife Was a Spook
My wife was a spook ,she lived in a secret little nook
She spooked all the old houses of Thomasville Oak Brook
She loved to cook crispy batwings
And tied me to her apron strings
One night in frenzy of love she ate me up with a fluke
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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