Wendy, Darling

Wendy, Darling Was a wretched little wench With a flask of whiskey Clasped in her fist And took to a swigging More often Than the lost boys ever knew Wendy, Darling Was a surrogate mother Who despised the reckless actions Of such a crew And it was mostly Peter To whom she cursed nasty, dirty, stupid boys lost in neverland forever engaged in rambunctious ploys Wendy, Darling Decided she'd had enough Building a great bonfire With all their stuff Leaving the lost To weep, sob and moan; for Wendy, Darling Simply smiled whilst swallowing A swig; and With her last ounce Flew out of there