Beatty Eyed Maggott Poem by Rhonda Hiler

He was married bound -when he had found,
she was a beady eyed maggot-nasty ole naggett

She was a bride-out for the ride
she was a honey-out for his money
She was lazy, scaley, crazy and smelly
he knew he was took -when she couldnt cook

He couldnt take no more (of you know who)
he just didnt know what to do
Finally one day- when he stopped to pray
PLEASE GOD PLEASE-show me the way

He was quite surprised-when he relized
he had never slowed down-to love his bride
He was to busy and full of pride
He looked at his wife and gave a sigh
Im sorry honey -and this is why

I never slowed down to love you right
nor did I see such a beautiful sight