LynseyStaggs wrote:A Not-So-True Story of a Man Named Earl Higgins.
Earl Higgins was forty three
He had good intentions
And a wife named Marie.
He made her breakfast in bed,
washed all her clothes,
and bought wigs for her head.
Marie stayed in the basement,
though he didn't mind.
It was always Earl, who came and who went.
Earl always bought Marie flowers,
and held her hand,
and poor Marie needed help with her showers.
Except for Marie didn't talk,
but Earl couldn't tell,
it was always Earl Higgins that went out to walk.
Earl finally was caught,
and the flowers stopped coming.
It was a waste-- the things that he bought.
No more breakfast in bed,
Because Earl was in prison,
And poor Marie was dead.
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