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in her mind she had a plan
if only she could wed a wealthy man.
she’d stay at home and have the kids
only then to stay off the skids.
but he was a wealthy man
unbeknown to her, he had a fan
a younger model all serene
she was all but sweet seventeen.
hatched a plan, together they did,
went to a shady yard and bid.
home they ran and made the tea
home he came, and they made three.
“this is nice” he said in glee, “you two met,
-----please don’t mind while I quietly sweat-----,
pray tell me how, I’m sure we have nothing we need to hide”
and as he quaffed a refreshing glass of cyanide
those girls they laughed
went away and packed
he lay there all alone
no longer able to atone.
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