Once upon a time,

I lived in a house of grime.

I didn't know what to do,

So then I married a shrew.

The shrew wanted to live in Timbuktu,

But I said no,

Carrots wouldn't grow,

In all that snow.

The shrew insisted,

And I persisted,

And so it went on,

Until about dawn.

The shrew then got sick,

So I made it some Quik (TM).

It was allergic to milk,

So I cooked it some elk.

It said it wasn't satisfied,

And after it said that, it died.

I by then was in despair,

So I settled on putting air

In spare

Tires

That liars

Had bought

Because of the drought.

But then my dog Rover,

Started turning into Grover,

Because he was turning blue,

But then I realized he was turning into the shrew!

I by then was so afraid,

That I paid

A call

On my friend Paul

Who worked at the mall.

Paul said to go to Timbuktu

'Cause then the shrew

Would go poo-poo.

But then the shrew hid,

And pain-ted,

A wall,

So I would fall,

Around the bend.

The End!

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