Thomas

Tom Everyman strutted down the lane

To find a mate to share his life

Tom Everyman, his mind on gain

In fervid search of an average wife

Tom Everyman wed that year

To a regular looking gal

Tom Everyman had cause to cheer

With all of his normal pals

Tom Everyman raised two kids

Great level-headed boys

Tom Everyman never blew his lid

And showered them with joy

Jane Everyman held back at times

In Tom’s every-room

To Tom this was a prudish crime

Forbidding a man in bloom

Tom Everyman grew discontent

With his slow and stagnant love life

Tom Everyman, wasn’t the way he meant

So one day he called his love wife

Tom Everyman lured her to his room

Lying words he said

Tom Everyman drew his knife

And stabbed her in the head

Tom Everyman shakes in a cell

And has for many years

Tom Everyman met his hell

In the asylum, now he sneers