By Alexandra Seidel
When I was going to chop chives
I met a man who had no wives;
(He had no wives but in his bag
he kept a rope and chlor'form rag.)
He said: "The first was much too boring,
and number two was always snoring."
His third was rather like a dragon
so he fed her something sweet to gag on;
and when she'd gagged and died--how poor!--
he threw her corpse right in the moor!
Now he is looking to remarry,
I guess he just ain't one to tarry.
Do you think he made it home alive,
that man who riled me