Seven Year Itch
Have you ever had an itch,
that you couldn't scratch?
One that was as annoying,
as sleeping on a bed of thatch?
That tickle like a feather,
that magically disappears,
thinking it might be a ghost,
because it always reappears?
That rash like a gash,
that rips you to shreds.
Putting all your nerves on edge,
and evil thoughts in our heads?
How about the pesky mosquito,
that hovers over your bod.
Giving you the dreaded itchies,
without even drawing any blood?
When you itch to meander,
escape about seven years in,
and the bitch, turned witch,
sues you mightily for your sin?
The Movie Courtesy Britannica.com
'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'
is an idiom that is adapted from a line
in William Congreve's play, The Mourning
Bride (1697)..
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