My lady is a pearl they say
born in muck and grime
a woman of humble means
who never turned to crime
She caught a married man’s eye
by the virtuosity of her plight;
He thought he saw a halo
and dumped his dumpy wife
But when I was a girl
and before I was a maid
I knew a woman who lingered
by the lamppost on bitter nights
T’was her, that they called Susan
who dolled herself up fine
and how she has now risen
this wily mistress mine!
I had a nice chuckle over this! Very amusing and wonderful use of rhythm and rhyme to make it a story.
So happy it made you laugh. Thanks! ❤
Haha, very good! 🙂
Thanks!
Visual, rhythmic, plain but deep. This should be put to music and sung. Thanks.
Thank you! That is high praise. =)
Love it!
❤
I wonder who had the most fun?
The writer and reader? =)
and the wily women who put one over on the self-righteous men in their lives 😉