There lived a lonely woman in London,

Whose man pointed out all her bunions,

She said oh well,

Wished him to hell,

And cracked open a big bag of Funions....

There lived a lonely woman in London

She was running late for luncheon

As she raced up the street

Her eyes they did greet

all her friends! Loneliness was all done....

Ms Melinda Wellington was a jolly old gal,

To every hurt or lonely child she was a pal,

And when the kids left, she was but alone,

For to London’s street pets she was well known,

Neighbours may forget her but the animals never shall....

There once was a lonely women in London

Whose favorite food was an onion

She never had a visitor

She lived like a prisoner

That makes sense, because she lives in a dungeon...

There lived a lonely woman in London

Who thoroughly enjoyed eating onion

The stench was so great

That it reached heaven’s gates

And the king locked her up in the dungeon

...

There lived a lonely woman in London,

Who was once invited out for luncheon,

Despite her small size,

She ate lots of pies,

And let out a fart that smelt of raw onion....

There lived a lonely woman in London

Who once had friends by the dozen

But she ruined all that

Now she just has a cat

And stays trapped in her own mind’s dungeon...

There lived a lonely woman in London,

Who wanted to search for sexy Anton.

She flew to East Asia

With an anesthesia,

And ended up eating uncooked tendon!...

There lived a lonely woman in London

She alway complained about her bunions

She sold fish and chips

Somehow she lost her grip

And fell head long into the onions...

There lived a lonely women in London

Whose home was a dark as a dungeon

We once were in invited in

Under the promises of gin

But all we received was a bludgeon ...