Mud Pie Mary
She was quite contrary
My mud-pie Mary
Lived life outside the ordinary
She had a crooked smile so wide
She had a twinkle in her eyes
As she played in puddles and made
Mud pies
She served to unicorns and fairies
Her love not sparing
Delighted and content in mud pie sharing
She would dance and sing
As mud she would fling
Pretending she was a princess of a royal King
Over time she grew
And the fairies flew
She quit singing and dancing
And making mud pies too.
She met a prince so fine
Who liked to wine and dine
And took advantage of her
Time after time
She quit talking and became quite shy
She lost that twinkle in her bloodshot eyes
And hides so no one can see her cry
The joy of youth sadly ran down the drain
Stolen by a prince who brought her pain
My poor mud pie Mary died in vain.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2017
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