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
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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