Sheepherder Larson married a shrew
which was an ignorant thing to do.
Seldom did he get his way
except that there came a day
he found a farmer needing a ewe.
Timmy, a cute little shrew,
Wrote limericks smutty and blue,
His rhymes were not 'Chic'
But a bit 'tongue in cheek
That he sent to some poets he knew.
THE MAN FROM RANGOU
There once was a young man from Rangou
Whose wife was a horrible shrew
He beat on her head
Until she was dead
He now lives in Cell thirty-two