FOWC with Fandango: Forgive

Impressions of September monthly market in Solothurn

I caught him red handed when I saw them kissing
Of course I forgave him, before he went missing
They fished him out of the river, it wasn’t really a sin
It was qualified as an accident, although I pushed him in
And then there was George, he had such sweaty feet
His breath also smelt of garlic, he was really not so sweet
I wanted to forgive him, but some things you cannot do
It must have been the arsenic that I put into the stew
Life can be so lonely, and then I met my Fred
could I now be happy, he always made the bed
But he was stealing my money, yes he was a real live wire
A shame that he died instantly in a accident with a fire
And now I have my Mortimer, he is the best of all
He owns an undertaking parlour, always at beck and call
I met him at the funerals, he found that I was fun
And told me for the burials, I only had to pay for one

FOWC with Fandango: Forgive

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