Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

She told him he’d soon sleep with the fishes
If he kept refusing to do the dishes
Now the cops are hunting for a series of clues
After the Mob had him fitted with concrete shoes

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

According to my neighbour, Granny Hotchkiss

Domestic bliss has come to this:
If ya don’t do the dishes
Ya sleep with the fishes