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!
RED GLADIOLA 
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 😉