You Just Can'T Adore Your Mother In Law,,,,My Entry To the Wergle Flomp Humour Poetry Contest

She's got lots of money but no fooking heart Her forked tongue could put the poison on a tribesman's dart All the things she did to drive us apart She talks so much **** her breath smells of fart. All the bad she thought she saw in me With her head up That, how could she see She can be unkind and pretty mean I think she's blind to reality. Snobbies like her think they're a better class Ideologies like that make her an **** Be careful of stoners if your home's made of glass Thanks to her moaning Love turns to farce. With a coldness that makes a cadaver seem warm Black magic stabs at my side with a prickly thorn If truth were a fabric her clothes would be torn Return to your coffin at the break of dawn. She could sell Maggoty Thatcher a pitch On how to be more of a ***** Or to hate the poor because you're rich What to do when the mother in laws a *****? Why does she hate me and so berate me Way underrate me any chance to slate me For blood she thirsted with a mind perverted Sanity was diverted and to stereotypes she reverted. She's mean and cold and stuffed with spite You just can't hold or hug too tight She's been a sold a Love that's right It's not just gold shines so bright. I don't think it very funny The old hags to bent on money And baby, my honey I'm afraid your mummy May have contaminated you inside her tummy.