False Lover

He turned away at end of day From his promise to wed. With loathsome smile, nothing but vile, Denied what he had said. “I’ll return home, from which I roam, To wife who waits for me. You should forget we ever met, I’ll not your future be.” I sadly cried, said he had lied, He patted my bent back. “Oh little one, it has been fun. But you’re getting the sack.” Feeling so bad, I called my dad, Told him my love had lied. He came so fast with gun to blast The one for whom I’d sighed. In steady voice, said, “You’ve a choice You’ll either run or die. No man does live, whom I’ll forgive For making my girl cry”. I beg young miss, take heed from this And do not give your trust To him who’d bed before you’re wed. That wedding ring’s a must.