Ode To the Mother In Law

In life we take the good times And the bad times as they come And then there is my mother- in-law Where nightmares surface from Now I don't believe in voodoo Nor magic of any kind But I think she put a curse on me From the pain in my behind I'm not saying she's a wicked witch Or anything else like that But she rides a broomstick where ever she goes And wears a pointy hat If it sounds like I don't like her much Then You don't know me at all For you can't have good without evil And I mean my mother-in -law