The Blame Game
It was an arranged marriage
She was beautiful and he loved her at first sight
But she was ostracized for giving birth to a girl child
Blame the dame is the game
She always kept his things neat and tidy
But his glasses he never had a fixed place to keep
Yet he never ceased to ask her where she left them
Blame the dame is the game
It would be nice she said to do some charity
So he took up the cause for the sake of his own vanity
When things went well, he shone in glory
But when hell broke loose , he said but it was you who told me
Blame the dame is the game
And in the garden they were
Two of kind and yet very different
Till the serpent played his tempting game
He turned to God and said, but it was she who gave me
Blame the dame is the game
She asked God
Why did you make them so weak
Did you not give them strength
to bear their own conscience
Is it in their nature to be always right
It that why in the world we have so much strife.
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2017
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