Mire Without a Quag

Mire Without a Quag There once was a mire without one quag Who had happened to look like an old hag And bag who surely was way beyond belief On her shoulder held a gripe and also a grief. As you can now see I forgot to add the chip Not sure how far out she was liable to flip There are so many complaints I lost count Were out of order and an inordinate amount. Mire was married whose first name was Sadie With last name Hawkins having been first lady Yet at diligent dance she still started to yearn For people who had never taken their turn. This had a chance of being a big romance So they did start calling it Sadie Hawkins dance And can you imagine a woman having to choose Men to dance with when there is absolutely no use. Instead of dancing stepped on their both feet Even though she tried to be nice and sweet If you forgot and are a frequent foot lobber Your hurting feet she will constantly clobber. Now come on. At least a chuckle. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet