Vera, how I loved her
A mouth like a glove box
Eyes like a lizard.
Smelled like a gizzard.
An astounding woman.
Vera, how I loved her
On the night of the 1st, our celebration of marriage, she told me she had a toupee.
It was sad, but true.
O' Vera, how I loved her.
Our baby, O' how I loved them.
My bald, lizard faced gizzard woman was the only one I loved.
O' Vera, how I loved her.
O' Vera, I will'nt want a better father than thou.
-Kren
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