How pleasant to know Mrs. Kelleher!
For if you're convinced you're a bore,
Recall how few people think well o' her;
Your self-satisfaction will soar.
Her mind is resoundingly vacuous,
Her bottom exceedingly broad,
Her grammar and spelling inaccurous,
Her character hopelessly flawed.
She has kittycats, Bobbie and Fidget,
Who barter their friendship for food.
She enjoys watching reruns of Gidget.
She doesn't like wearing a snood.
She's too lazy to write eight whole stanzas;
five of 'em's all she can manage.
Insert a line here about Kansas.
This verse demonstrates her poor plannage.
Ineptness exposes her poses.
Deodorant covers the smell o' her.
Before she is mulch for the roses,
How pleasant to know Mrs. Kelleher!
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