Ballad of Charlie and Molly

(This is a parody of "Frankie and Johnny")

Charlie and Molly were playmates.
Golly, how they could play.
Mornings they'd meet at a corner
to plan how they'd spend summer days.
He was her pal, and she was his gal!

Molly ran down to their corner,
a melody filling her head.
The ice cream man was a-coming.
She searched for her Charlie instead.
He was her pal, and she was his gal.

She asked the ice cream vendor,
"Has my Charlie-boy been by?"
"I seen him with some cutie-pie
back there," was his reply.
He was her chum, but he was a bum!

Molly took off like a rocket,
for she knew who the "cutie-pie" was.
And sure enough she found him.
She lost it right there because
he was her chum, but he was a bum.

There by a scummy ditch
as he kissed her neighbor Grace,
Molly unwrapped her ice cream bar
and smeared it all over his face.
Then she kicked that bum into the scum!

"Pick me up and quick.
Pick me up from this ditch.
Now I've nothing," said Johnny
"when once I was so rich.
I was your pal . . . now I've lost my gal."

April 10, 2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Fowler Avatar
April 15, 2023 at 10:03 AM
Clever and oh so fun to read/sing! Good one Andrea! :)
Chuuk Avatar
April 10, 2023 at 8:17 PM
Such a fun write, Andrea. :)
Turner Avatar
April 10, 2023 at 6:25 PM
Charlie was a loser:) Fun stuff, Andrea.
La France Avatar
April 10, 2023 at 5:23 PM
Andrea, this is so cute, lots of fun to read ! Check your soupmail dear heart !
Gregory Avatar
April 10, 2023 at 2:21 PM
A blessed Easter, I found an intense sense of commonality in this awesome amusing piece. Glad I tune in on your page to see this humourous and comeuppance poem.
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