She Could Have Loved Me Anyway
Young Bobby Lee, loved Patty McGee;
They were married in the spring of eighty-three;
Auburn locks and pretty as you please;
Patty was a looker, complete with sharp tongue;
Her greatest bi-ch was they were not rich;
Bobby was no lay about and worked hard every year;
The money came in, but Patty had an itch;
And though they never lacked for beer;
Patty wore a frown from ear to ear.
On the day he found out it filled him with glee;
When Patty told Bobby their two would become three;
They named the boy Tommy, Patty was a Mommy;
Yet, Patty still burnished a God-awful frown;
What were the odds? What was the chance?
When Patty saw Tommy, it was hate at first glance.
For her Tommy wore no princely crown;
She could tell right away the boy was down.
As the years expunged, Patty’s serrated tongue,
Cut Bobby into pieces. She ate up his fun until he was done;
For he came home each evening chockful of dread;
Till one fateful morning Patty found him dead in their bed;
He held tight a note written in red;
Patty ripped it away to see what it said;
Be good to Tommy, be a nice Mommy;
Make the insurance man pay.
You’ll finally be rich, which I know is your itch;
I only wish you could have loved me anyway!
The money was fine, and Patty sublime;
Until the funds ran dry;
Then she did rant and turn on a dime;
To Tommy she was, both cruel and unkind;
Her hate for him a mortal crime;
It came to a head, on that day of dread;
When Tommy turned sixteen;
Mommy tore up his heart, shredded it apart;
The scars they would not mend;
Tommy had a friend, by the name of Ben;
To his house he did wonder out;
He found a Marlin and some lead;
And home he did tread with his score;
He met his Mommy at the door;
She swore at him as he turned about,
And whacked her stiff and stout;
Mommy went down hard upon her back;
And before she could rally to finish her attack;
Tommy stuck some lead right in her head,
And as he headed off to bed.
Feeling no sadness, feeling no dread;
He softly whispered and this did say;
She could have loved me anyway.
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2020
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