Looking like scrambled eggs,
It would be better,
If she was gorgeous,
It would be better,
If she was one of us,
We used to be,
One big happy family,
United indeed in deed,
United in every respect,
But that was,
Before she pitched,
And now,
That unity has been shattered,
And that happiness is history,
We now view each other with suspicion,
With everybody ever-alert,
Brother has been turned against brother,
And sister has been turned against all,
Parents have been turned against us,
And our enemies visit us at will,
That family is now just but,
A collection of individuals,
With the same surname,
Thanks,
To my brother’s wife.