She wanted badly to marry.
So she ended up with Harry.
She had been in such a rut.
But to marry Harry, she was nuts.
She would sometimes see red.
Because he was such a dud in bed.
Sometimes out of bed she wanted to jump.
To get away from the snoring lump.
She sometimes felt like a woman kept.
And this made her want to yelp.
He sounded just like a jackal.
When something funny made him cackle.
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