Margaret Mary's Wisdom

AN:
Ah, the pleasures of poetry. Don’t know
where this one came from. Just blowing
off some steam in a constructional manner, I suppose *snorts*style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Please no comments on frame and form
and all that stuff. I am not a
poet! I just wrote a poem!style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> *another snort*

Margaret
Mary was a dame

Dreamt
of riches, love, and fame

But
these hopes so quickly died

When
Chester Dear took her aside

All
up-done in frills and bows

Little
bells upon his toes

He
looked at Mary and he smiled

Which
made her heart get all beguiled

He
bowed and said with voice like sleet

“Look
like a horse, you may, my sweet

“And
though I flatter not with tongue

“Like
a horse, you know, I’m hung”

Margaret
Mary cooed and awed

And
overlooked his mouth (quite flawed)

She
took him at his word, which proved

That
all dame-dreams are quite removed

When
dealt the things like Chester Dear

This
song ends sad, so I do fear

‘Cause
Chesterstyle=\'font-family:Sylfaen\'>’s mouth held more than lies

And
what lied there was mean surprise

Now
Mary is the village whore

“ style=\'font-family:Sylfaen\'>Chesterstyle=\'font-family:Sylfaen\'>’s flaw,” she’s known to swore

“Was
not his smile nor his quick ‘bye’

“Nor
even his like-a-horse-hung lie

“It
was a simple, bigger thing

“That
should keep others from a fling

“Love’s
not real, it’s all just gas

“But
herpes is, so watch your ass”