He lived in a small glass house
Ruled by an ill-tempered wife
She strangled all his passions
And battered him with strife
But one day she struck him
A little bit too hard
And now their tiny house
Is nothing but fractured shards
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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What an evil woman! 😠
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Defo! Lol… 😉
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