Poem © 1998 Rob Loughran
A mother hated the woman
who married her only SUN.
The wife, spoiled and fat,
spent all her husband’s MONey.
Bill collectors appeared,
arriving in ones and TUES.
That’s when Mother decided to remove
that burden her son had WED.
Mother contrived a kitchen accident
that would fool the auTHURities:
When wifey plugged in the griddle,
she, not the bacon, did FRI.
But so did Mother; convicted,
in the electric chair she SAT.