She Would Whine, Nag and Complain
She was an ugly mean old hag,
Born out of a tapestry bag,
She smelled like old lint,
Her mouth was wider than a stag,
Her sense of humor made you gag.
A terrible skin-flint.
Original spinster from Crag,
Was usually on a crying jag
Her eyes were a squint,
Being with her an instant drag
She’d whine, complain, throw out a nag.
Perfect wife for Clint.
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