That Woman's, Hairy Lip. Poem by Michael Gale

There once was a woman with a hairy under lip....
Who had to put up with hearing many a quip.

'Hey there, Miss lippy hair'...
'We all are always, to forever to stare.'

'Do you really care? '...
'About that hair? '

'Yes I do', she would say...
'You are mean to play your oral say.'

'For, now I tell you, I am about to kill you so! '...
'I've often to have shaved it, yet it does still grow.'

The knife did go deep into His chest...
All, that was left, was he, be-a bloody messed.