'' Make Sure You Learn To Run ''
One day I met a girl called Alice,
She was kind and really gallus,
I soon introduced her to my palace,
I thought she was the one.
After a week she started to change,
Her behaviour became really strange,
She was starting to derange,
As for sympathy she had none.
The one I’d taken for my wife,
Was giving me constant strife,
She was trying to ruin my life,
It was no longer fun.
I asked her one day if she’d go,
Immediately she answered no,
What you reap you’ll surely sow,
Your horror has just begun.
Keeping me wakened through the night,
When she was naked what a sight
On my existence she was a blight,
Consideration, there was none.
I‘ll get the house and all it’s wares,
When I say you pushed me down the stairs,
For having extra marital affairs,
It’s you that they will shun.
Every time she hatched a plan,
The flames of hatred she would fan,
She really hated any man,
Her deeds couldn’t be outdone.
I racked my brains to find a way,
That I could finally end her stay,
I was going to make her pay,
When all was said and done.
Being a man I thought I was smart,
I let my head rule my heart,
I’d kill her with a poison dart,
From my electronic gun.
I then learned pretty soon,
People from that mad commune,
From male poison they’re all immune,
Our best efforts they just shun.
Now as I languish in my cell,
On my sword I finally fell,
Some women do make our lives Hell,
The tales that liar spun.
Against them men just cannot win,
Forbidden fruit should be a sin,
They’ll have you hung and in the bin,
We’re in a fight that can’t be won.
If you ever meet a girl like Alice,
Full of evil filled with malice,
Treat her like a poisoned chalice.
‘’ Make Sure You Learn To Run ‘’
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