Winona the Widow
Winona the widow, lonely and blue,
Her husbands all left her children its true,
But Barney and Robert, Francis and Jeb
Could never stand up to a night in her web.
She swore that she loved each new honeybunch,
Then after the nuptials prepared them for lunch.
But on the next day they were not to be found,
No, men are not known for sticking around.
Winona wears black with accent of red,
A tasteful black veil she wears on her head.
Her sleek graceful form is hard to ignore
When juicy young men show up at her door!
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