POP!

There is a girl who works SO hard,
But her husband has a head of lard.
She toils daily, and for all her trouble,
She has to deal with a guy with a brain like a bubble.

She grabs the needle, and holds it by the top,
The eye, and with a jab, she goes "Pop."
And then the room is covered in brain slime,
Which is usually is, most of the time.

And brain slime's not good for nurturing soil,
In fact, it's more like puss in a boil.
It breaks down the good and builds up the bad,
It wears out the happy, and makes stronger the sad.

So, before this poor girl has had her fill,
And must daily stifle this urge to distill,
I'll let her know: this thing must stop!
Ready, set, go... POP!