A Limerickish Poem
Marge is dead in her casket,
She really looks fantastic.
Her hair is done
In a neat little bun
Tied back with yellow plastic.
Liz, too, is in her casket,
She also looks fantastic.
Although she's dead
Her lips are red,
Her mouth chock-full of mastic.
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