Keeping Up With Medea
Reality television was made for her,
you’ll think she likes you because of her purr.
The Kardashian’s have nothing on her drama,
this is the show of Medea, one sick mama.
First she’ll enchant you,
then disappear without a clue.
Trust me, you weren’t the first,
her family has it the worst.
Stole a fleece from her father,
her and her husband were quite the charmer.
The next she threw into the sea,
why it was her brother, could it really be?
Wait, now she has two sons,
but then there were non, all without using guns.
For her husband had left,
so then as her revenge their sons lives she theft.
Quickly away she fled and she ran,
and soon found herself married to a new man.
But he left when he saw her poison,
for she almost poisoned his only boy son.
Now disappeared somewhere in Asia,
her life continues like a Fantasia.
Medea’s show resumes next season,
no spoilers we give for good reason.
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