Written by: Charles Henderson

That perfect web of pure deceit
Harsh words lying bold at her feet
Her eyes so cold, freezing hearts
Verbal darts fling to the street 

Yet in that rash ill mannered state
Her words somehow fail to relate
Hence  she picks from a la carte
That psycho somatic soul mate

In due time and some recompence
There is that change, current events
That swollen look, the baby mart
She dares not  get out much since

is a form I made up.  aaba ccbc ddbd