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Sat 3 Jul, 2010 06:01 pm
Hi All!
Mary
I once knew a lady, who made a mistake
She believed in the words of a man
He promised his love
And, her world, did he shake
Then he screwed her
Said, "Thank you!"
And ran!
She cried and she cried
For inside, she had died
All over a man, who had run
'Twas when she found out she was pregnant
Did she grasp that her nightmare'd begun.
Gone! was that innocent shag in the dark
Gone! was their moment of fun
She was all but alone, as she searched for his home
To inform him, she carried
His son!
After weeks and weeks of searching
She encountered a pal of this cad
Who somehow felt sorry for this innocent girl
And gave her what knowledge, he had
Even his name'd been a lie, to his shame!
For he'd given s false one, for sure
But this was the way he conducted himself
And such was the depth of his lure.
She gathered in her fear, as she knocked upon his door
Wishing for a giant hole
To open, in the floor
She mustered her attention
And swallowed for her life
As she stared upon a woman
Professedly...his wife!
His wife stood in awe, then she fled from the door
Returning with husband in tow
She took off her ring and started to sob
Then she kissed him
And asked him to go!
On his knees
He did plead
For his wife, did he need!
He grovelled, he begged and he cried!
"It's our children you've cheated"
She said by the door
Then she shut it
And went back inside.
He advised her to get an abortion
He even so offered to pay
She battered him with her umbrella
Then she utterly, walked away!
Her parents were truly disgusted
That their daughter had got in the way!
They threatened desertion
On that, had they grown
And her child
They demanded...she slay!
Between her parents and a hard place
And a coward
Was she torn
Amidst antiquated opinions
And bucketfuls of scorn
The crown of "slut" upon her
But, for one remorseful morn
Yet!
Were it not for her strength and conviction
I'd never have ever been born.
Kind regards!
Mark...
@mark noble,
Mark, did you write that? With the exception of a few minor changes in syntax, I think were that set to music, it would fit beautifully in edgar's songs that tell stories.
Great, Wales.
Perhaps you mean diction, rather than syntax, letty?
@edgarblythe,
Exactly, edgar. Thanks for the correction.
Hey, Mark. Where did you go?
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