I have seen Medusa
She's as wicked as can be
She never utters a single word
She just sits and stares at me
Her hair looks like a nest of snakes
Her eyes a piercing red
She's already turned my heart to stone
And my mind is almost dead
Her smile looks like she's constipated
You know, that I need exlax grin
I think she was the serpent of Eden
Cause she sure is as ugly as sin
Many men have tried to tame her
A dangerous journey to embark
But now they're covered with pigeon ****
Like a statue in the park
This could be my final poem
That's written on my own
For the next time I see my mother-in-law (Medusa)
I'll surely be turned to stone
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC
I have seen Medusa
She's as wicked as can be
She never utters a single word
She just sits and stares at me
Her hair looks like a nest of snakes
Her eyes a piercing red
She's already turned my heart to stone
And my mind is almost dead
Her smile looks like she's constipated
You know, that I need exlax grin
I think she was the serpent of Eden
Cause she sure is as ugly as sin
Many men have tried to tame her
A dangerous journey to embark
But now they're covered with pigeon ****
Like a statue in the park
This could be my final poem
That's written on my own
For the next time I see my mother-in-law (Medusa)
I'll surely be turned to stone
© All Rights Reserved