Old lady mary
My poem its not that good
From Italy, Old lady Mary,
Was very, quite contrary.
She made people red and made lives a misery!
She got out of bed
Then turned bright red and said
Oi! Yes you! Clean up my mess
As i am very astress
She was mean greedy and horrid
She worked in the workhouse And fed them sloppy ploppy porridge.
She married mario teresa
And they ate pizza
But suddenley mario was poisoned
And had the runeezas
She was sad
And very mad
She asked the jester
To call uncle lester
She said kill me lester
So he did and that was the worlds misery over
(2014)
Its about a miserable old lady called Mary Teresa (last name after married)
