the ballad of the little lady

she darns and she knits
she cooks with bare tits
she responds to every command
like a good lady should
she takes care of the wood
when the man holds a remote in his hand.

her home is quite clean
with walls cerulean
and curtains just this side of manly
she looks quite demure
but isn't quite pure
what she really wants is a family.

so there by his side
is a cute little bride
winningly grinning from ear to ear.
what could she know
of the fears that do grow
when men talk with men over beer?

her aspirations, once charming
are now quite alarming
now that junior has needs to attend.
but you need never fear
because this lady here
knows her dreams mean nothing, in the end.

she drives and she shuffles
and takes care of the snuffles
of her brood and her frightened old man
how could she know,
although he loved her so,
that he needed a livelier fan?

once sexy and funny,
our fair little bunny
was tossed beneath the wheel of a truck.
her dreams set aside
when she became a new bride
to be replaced by a much younger fuck.

now tired and worn
this lady forlorn
raises her arms up to heaven and sighs,
the eyebrows I've plucked!
and the thighs I had sucked!
and he's lost in this little girl's eyes!

she cried and she moped
she had little hope
of ever being able to maintain
the lifestyle to which
this new little bitch
was living, it drove her insane!

it didn't take long
by then end of this song
she had killed them both in their beds.
her homemaker talents
employed in the balance
of the pikes that displayed their two heads.

she ran and she took
her babes to a brook
and sent them to a place dark and briny.
If you ever get pissed
just think of this
whenever your woman gets whiny.

in hills dark and deep
on brambles she sleeps
mourning the loss of her life
and crying because
whatever she does
she can't get back time spent as a wife.

so why tell this story?
is it for the glory
of the woman who did her man in?
or is it to save
some poor man from the grave?
or to ward off unpardonable sin?

to avoid such tragedy
embrace the strategy
of honoring your wife's dreams a bit, maybe?
it isn't just you
she lost freedom too
so don't be such a self absorbed baby.