Mother In law
Oh, gather 'round, dear listeners, and lend me your ear, For I have a tale that's sure to bring cheer. It's a tale of a mother-in-law, so grand, A shining star from the magical land of Pakistan. She's a queen in her own mind, you see, With a crown made of ego, as shiny as can be. Her every word, a symphony of self-praise, With a touch of condescension, just to amaze. She'll regale you with stories of her youth, How she was the fairest, the smartest, the truth. Her beauty, unmatched by any other, Her wisdom, greater than any mother. Her cooking, oh, it's simply divine, She'll remind you, as you taste her food, how lucky you are to dine. Her rotis are perfect, each one a work of art, Just don't you dare forget to compliment her culinary part. She'll compare you to others, oh, what a joy, Highlighting your flaws, just to annoy. She'll tell you how her own daughter is superior, Leaving you feeling rather inferior. But fear not, my friend, for there...