Mama, Mind your tongue!
How can you say such horrid
things about my wife?
Ugly women may have her
as their queen, but the reason
I married her – she reminded
me of you.
My fortunate life – My love is
my wife.
You don't believe it Mama?
Well then, go away! Make
tracks before I toss you out!
Torment us no more,
Not now, not tomorrow.
Never again will you
enter our home.
Seek glory (faded as it
may be) elsewhere.
Mama, you've lost your title
to my wife.
The reasons are many that she's
the love of my life, but her
glory (aside from her ugly) is
your past glory Mama, (she
came into it late and took it with
a vengeance).
She is my wife, the Reigning Queen of the Belch.
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