THE MOTHER-IN-LAW CURSE

Today she wore curlers in her hair

looking like cannons staked out ready to blare 

Her lipstick and powder

like bouillabaisse chowder 

And when she demanded a goodbye "peck"

I said "No way!" to the wreck

Which made her rear back and bray

"Go home then and kiss a stingray!"

She cackled and cackled

raising my hackles

Thinks she is the second Joan Rivers

but she only gives me the shivers

Soon I was fearing another fight nearing

seeing her witch's eyes evilly peering

And when she rose in her clumpy army boots

I heard an arpeggio of loud flatulent toots

Forcing me out the door needing fresh air

and away from her threatening glare 

But one day I'll be back

once I can align myself on the proper son-in-law track