There once was a woman named Monica

There once was a woman named Monica
Who shunned all actions she felt demonica.
No singing, no dancing,
No pre-vow romancing,
And especially, no harmonica.

This fellow I know, Alexander

This fellow I know, Alexander,
Of his wife said, “I don’t understand her.
She don’t like to get hit
Or called a piece of shit
When I just want to repremander her.”

Miss Manners gave out a big “Yes!”

Miss Manners gave out a big “Yes!”
For the State of the Union address.
‘Cause they saved all the brawling
And nasty name-calling,
Til the next day in the national press.