Sugar Lou
Quiet winds this summer morn
The peaceful trees to bid good day
A black tea cup foretold the tale
When Sugar Lou arrived – to stay
Our Sugar Lou, a winsome girl
Diminutive at five foot three
Had been away for twenty years
She’d lost her mind to some degree
She loved the lustrous sheen of knives
Her eyes reflected green in glare
She did not know, they said that day
That blood yet glistened in her hair
Now jealousy torments us all
And even though she wore his ring
She stabbed him time and time again
Caught with another on the swing
She’s better now, the doctors say
She’s come to rest here by the lake
We’ll sip our tea, we’ll reminisce
But just don’t let her cut the cake!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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