Concerning life's woes and its weals: The women who know how it feels To be used. and then left Forlorn and bereft Should recall that time wounds all heels.
A strange thing it is about hair (Perhaps mostly male, to be fair). We comb, brush and fuss And oftentimes cuss About something that soon won't be there.
The Good Book says not to deceive. What I say here is true, I believe. Upon some reflection, When it comes to injection, It's more blessed to give than receive.
A housewife didn't think it a treat When, at night, he peed on the seat. The next time he did She'd put down the lid. Who says that revenge isn't sweet?
A remorseful young man named Nat Tried hard to find where life was at. Wine, women and song Put his thinking all wrong. Too much of those things can do that.