Peppy Blithe Mary Died

Peppy blithe Mary died

Now, I am only repeating what Helen said
Peppy blithe Mary died
Of a horrendous disease that had no cure
It was carried by large potato bugs
That lived in damp basements
And didn’t eat potatoes

That happy chipper bitch bit it
In such a horrible way
First there were the chills then the fever
Then the chills again
And disgusting oozy scabs all over her 120 pound perfect body

Laughing sunny Miss Meyer hyphen Smith with a Y
Spent 7 angonizing days and nights
With bleeding eyes and pounding temples
Her toes turned black and curled toward her middle
Then the flies began to buzz and the crows began to caw

Perky lively MM hyphen S whore
Died twice. They revived her
As a feeble addled grotesquely puss-y chilly hot thing
That flies and crows really like a lot
Then when she died again she exploded
And it took a team of 12 specialists 4 days to put her back together
To bury her properly you know, like a jigsaw puzzle

Bless her heart, our dear cheerful delightful sparkling Mary

Now, I am only repeating what Helen said
Helen disliked Mary, but not in a bad way