SMALL-FRY

I sit cross legs at the coal fire
All because of you,
You cheat you liar.

Harsh words, fetch and deliver
Who do you think, your mother?
You see I'm not daft.

This Lady is smart and clever
You think I'm thick
Sometimes it could be true.

Look what I married
A Monkey in a Zoo
He thinks, he dresses like John Travolta.

More like the dog next door rover,
To me he's like a curse
Even stole, money from my purse.

You can't get any lower
Next thing you know
He'll slide under the door.

You think your are a tall handsome guy
To me your small-fry
So don't give me lip any more.

Or I'll put you through
The crack on the door
So get yourself a new life.

Or even better
A new Wife.