Mrs. Fry

She walks in with disheveled hair

She looks a fright

Her gait; beefy

With a slight limp on the right

She's put on too much weight

But she can't see

Through the coveting and the hate

It's a sad sad case

For

Mrs. Fry

Her world is small

Though she tries

To stand tall

But everyone just sees

A jealous woman

Who can't see

Through the coveting and the hate

It's a sad sad case

For

Mrs. Fry

All that glitters

Isn't always gold

With her baubles

And colors so bold

But she still can't see

Through the coveting and the hate

She's missed out on a love

That could have been great

And now it's way too late

It's a sad sad case

For

Mrs. Fry

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