Apologies to Scummymummy, who could improve on this.
Mothers-in-law.
What are they for?
Washing the windows
And cleaning the floor?
But no, you cry,
Leave me alone.
I?d rather be doing it
On my own.
So she takes a back seat
And keeps out of your hair.
And now you complain
She just doesn?t care.
She buys you presents
That get up your nose,
Like Yardley?s talc
And tan panty-hose.
So where should she live
This mother-in-law?
As close as possible,
Right next door?
Oh no, that?s no good,
She?s right in the way,
Popping to see you
5 times a day.
2 hours away?
That sounds alright.
But, oh no, she?s now got to
Stay overnight.
Australia then,
Or Bombay or Kowloon?
But she visits at Christmas
And stays until June.
There?s only one answer
To all this frustration.
That?s a lengthy sojourn
On a distant Space Station!
But look to the future
And see what?s in store.
Well, no, that can?t be,
You?re a Mother-in-Law!
(courtesy of the killer flu bug currently decimating the North West, which has kept me inside all week!)