There once was a woman from Benson Hurst,
Arriving Port Charles with her leopard skin purse.
Her hair was real high and her voice it did whine,
In short she was less than refine.
This lassie was brassy,
And her nails really trashy
Possessive was her middle name.
And she nagged at her daughter
And teased the girl�s father
And badgered poor Brook into fame.
Enter the mobster, with a pure heart of gold;
On him she did get a hold.
With her cat like nails
She grabs onto these males,
Prattling nonsense until they grow cold.
Then one day this woman,
Learned her very best lesson.
Sadly just moments too late.
As she fell of the pier
Her heels in cement
This was her final lament:
�I wasted much time wagging my chin
Annoying you all with my voice.
I should have been shopping
For classier clothes,
But in the end it was totally my choice�.
She took her last breath
Then sank to her death
And all of Port Charles rejoiced!