
I’d like some new hair for Xmas
What I have got is too sparse
It covers my head
But not that of my bed
I think I shall need a new purse.
My husband was good with his visage
He looked like a man from the moon
He sang in the bath
Unless it was wrath
That made him change his own tunes
His skin was like rubber but thinner
It was stronger than mine is by far
I am so sensitive,
Please do not mention it
Or the police may think I’m bizarre.
