Mr Rogue
A wistful light shone down
Sarah was a sly clown, old dick
To her was her Mr Rogue a
Positive man, no not in the way
You think of but the virus a long way off.
Sarah loved to clown around
Much to her Gina’s disgust
Oh men, men, men means
Fun fun fun thought Sarah,
Until one day she collapsed
In a heap and her weight
Went down and down.
Stupid stupid woman thought
Gina much to her disgust
The dogs body was ill
No fun this time Sarah.
It was a game. It’s too late.
Draw the curtains. She’s passed
Away into death.
Another taken from this world
because of Mr Rogue.
Copyright © Joanne Carty | Year Posted 2009
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