Me, my wife and my cat (Part 1)
Well, my wife left home when I was twenty-seven,
and she didn't leave much to Rosy and me,
one greyish guitar, a bottle of wine and a note
the note said: I hate you both
Rosy drank all the wine,
I sold the guitar to a friend online
the note by mistake slipped in sink
and our faces flushed in pink
Now I don't blame her,
because she loved someone else
but the meanest thing she ever did was
she hid a tiny snake under my bed
Rosy found and ate him alive
and my dear fluffy cat went offline
I roamed from town to town,
and I finally found her in the bar
my blood ran cold, and I said,
"How dare you kill my cat!".
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