Venetia Crasta Poet Free verse

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.

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