A Secret Best Kept
The sky was gray in an alabaster way
The day she lost her man to another
A girl with skin fair and long golden hair
And blue eyes to make a weak man smother
Well she swore at the air of this sordid affair
And vowed to get even someway
Then with a smile she thought of the banker awhile
Decided she'd be his for a day
That worked out for the banker no doubt
But his wife saw it as a disaster
Still she was never one to to be quiet and outdone
So she went to bed with the postmaster
Now The master's wife saw, too,an opportunity to woo
The judge of the sixth district court
So the dominoes fell and probably as well
For the people here had been a boring sort
The beds moved around all over the town
As partners changed daily it seemed
But business went on each morning at dawn
What happened at night no one even dreamed
Then one cloudy day in a drab sort of way
The first player in this string moved on
The girl with skin fair and long golden hair
Caught the stage and moved to Tucson
Well, that collapsed the spell and when night time fell
Everyone in town was back in their own bed
But you see smiles on the street as folks glance at their feet
As this secret is best kept and not said.
3-28-19
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