Some folks saw Laura and loved her
Because it seemed she had everything
One problem, though, guy
Who gave her the wedding ring
And had a blank look upon his face
And a blank nook in his head
Still, Laura had a smile that shone
Just do not think of her in bed

Tell Laura, we love you
Although there's a creep to
Whom she's married, just fate
Or, like Nancy R., just shotgun-late?

Last year the rains came falling down
Hurricane winds were in the air
Those winds roared, water flooded the place
While the FEMA f***ups fed their face
Her husband's response was nil to lame
Everyone playing the blame game
Months later, no checks, the place still a wreck
"Gov.'s slowhow it works," Laura's refrain

Tell Laura, please, "F*** you!"
Tell her she's a creep who's
No different from the guy
Who left 'em there to drown and die

Now, this crapbull that Laura brays
It seems, an ingrained family trait
Her ma-in-law, grizzled witch, had once opined
Folks crammed in the dome are doing just fine!

Tell Barbara, please, F*** you!
Tell her she's a creep who's
No different from the guy
Who left 'em there to drown and die