Marsha, Marsha, Marsha

Jan Brady did live in despair.
Her sister seemed well unaware.
To live with perfection, and silky complexion,
and even a room they must share.

"Why can't I be Marsha" she said,
while crying alone in her bed.
"I'd have all the boys, and all of the joys"
Then proceeded to bash Marsha's head.

Submitted by: Kelly Ann Malone

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