Pity portly poor Pamela Deezer.
Someone oughta buy her a freezer.
She got so excited
she up and ignited,
torched her old Ebenezer.
Old Eb, he talked with a lisp,
and hissed himself to a crisp.
One leg and one foot
was all she could put
in the coffin containing his wisp.
Phil, a philandering old flame,
courted and sparked the old dame,
and before the congregation,
amid much conflagration,
cooked ere he could change her surname.
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