The Gal With The Verse Expertise
(Sonja W. Oates)

Our Áine was buildin' a birdbath one day
So folks could see tits out her window at play,
But the ground was so hard it'd make Satan pray
And it tore up her back like her jeans.

She was pushin' those rocks up the hillside,
One-hundred pound boulders and all.
Ol' Sysiphus didn't have nothin' on her
Till she hit the proverbial wall.

Chorus
Now she lies in a chair with the greatest ill-ease--
Our darling young goddess who tilled on her knees.
Her comments so tasteful all Challenger!s pleased;
Now our Cow Chips are all stored away.

Chorus (reprise)
Yes, she lies in her bed with the greatest ill-ease,
While the boys at the Mudcat cafe try to tease,
And her in-box fills up till she cries "Geez, Louise!
I'll be back when I'm ready.  Okay?"*
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*Actually, Áine didn't say that.  She's too nice.  But she may have thought it, understandably.
 
 

BTW, I didn't 'finish' this parody.  If anyone wants to add to it, feel free.

Get well, oh Gaelic Goddess!

Sonja