The Abuse of Chartreuse

The lady was dressed in” chartreuse;” To which she made of good use. Her honey spent money; On dinner so yummy; And came close to sexual abuse. The lady was cloaked in “chartreuse;” And her magic was that of a muse. While mixing a potion; She came up on a notion; That the men in her life were no use. The man did tighten the nose; After giving the lady a boost. She was a wrong doing woman; And what ever he did she had coming. She was his woman the Lady “chartreuse” The man who sat at the table; Had purchased his new girl a sable. While she swilled her champagne; All she did was complain; About her horse named chartreuse in the stable “Chartreuse” is simply a hue’ Not black or not red or not blue. It’s a color not primary; Like Susan or Mary; But it’s still on the spectrum its true.