Calphurnia, the wife
Brutal in her words
To each man she bid "Good night"
To quench a sultry thirst.
Inconceivable in her day,
She wore the lace so red.
Around her breast it sat,
A magnet to her bed.
The day her man found out,
The gallows awaited her.
Before paying for her petty crimes,
She poisoned the little cur.
Brutal in her words
To each man she bid "Good night"
To quench a sultry thirst.
Inconceivable in her day,
She wore the lace so red.
Around her breast it sat,
A magnet to her bed.
The day her man found out,
The gallows awaited her.
Before paying for her petty crimes,
She poisoned the little cur.
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