There once was a heartless cruel hussey...
She would forever bitch at her hubby.
This bitchy hussey was always all the time so utterly fussy...
She was told that she only had a few month's to live.
What legacey would she leave behind? ...
Who would she remind everyone about?
Would this fussy hussey leave this world kicking to shout? ...
Was this shouting as screaming hussey to give good memories of good times a'plenty?
I don't believe so, not too, too many....
Only happy memories should we want to us to remind.
Only happy times of these memories do you wish, to happly
leave behind....
So just remember, it's up to you to have to solenmly be well caring,
and to others, just be humanly kind.
The moral of this story is that if you want to be bitchy...
You'll probably only be remembered as a personal little witchy person
who was quite often too much bitchy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You meet the damndest people, Sir MJG...Another inTENse situation 4 sure...but some hellified pennin' to depict it all! '''''''''''''''''''FRANK