Jack the Crooked Val

When she named Jack as her val, 
I knew him never to be a pal,
To the naive girl with the eyes of dove, 
For this rascal has been known to shove,
Every soul who has been his prey,
Leaving them all with the eyes of grey.
But Cinderella was sure she will not be the same,
Like the other girls who didn't know how to tame,
The crooked guy with the dreamy eyes.
She rode foolishly on the rascal cheeky lies.
But landed with a thud too bad to mend,
And the crooked val laughed scornfully at her sorry end.
This Cinderella is in many girls I see today,
In a twinkling of an eye they eat their future away,
With  just a morsel, a future is marred.
With just a morsel, a destiny is barred.
14/2/19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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