I Shot That Ever Nagging Mother In Law Straight In Her Head, Dead Poem by Michael Gale

I shot that bitch...
That witch-that bitch!

Why had i signed that wedding papered piece? ...
Since the time of the wedding, we've had no peace.

In-laws should be illegal...
That mother-in-law looks like a bitchley Beagle.

I just hate it when she rides in on her west winded broom...
All she brings with her is gloom and a happily ever after's
forever ending doom.

Oh so controlling and bossy too! ...
She is uglier than Mister Magoo, or even a ghost who scares all
concerned with a well oraled a bedeviled scary 'Boo! ', to one and all and even you.

How does one cope with that over bothersome mother in-law? ...
Ignore her or leave on a much faster than fastest car, or
beyond tommorrow you'll carry even more in-laws last lasting one scar.

When you first hear the news of her coming...
It's hit the road for you so you may now lead a life filled only with
poor old low life associational slumming.

It's into the night with that bottle of self inflicted stupor in drunkednessed squander in the gutter...
It's all your wife's fault that she still has a monster-in-law, oops! ,
i meant in-lawed-by a nasty old mouthey mother.

It's quick, get outta dodge...
In a Ford, Chrystler or Dodge.

You'll definitely need a fast set of wheels...
And a pocket full o' money and charge cards for your bedding and meals.


(I just made this up for every unfortunate poor old unhappy husbands being nagged to the bar!)