The Real Lemon Law
Too bad there isn’t a lemon law for your kid.
Because in every brood,
There’s one that’s not right in the head.
So if it were the law,
There must be a recall,
So don’t try to fix them,
Just turn them in for a new one instead.
Too bad you can’t trade your husband,
In for something new
It’s better than grinding him up,
To make glue.
So if he’s no longer of use,
Cause he cooked his own goose,
Just trade him in,
And buy yourself a new pair of shoes.
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