The Cook and His Dish

Pity her as she cried On the floor, ragged, she lied She's covered with odd bruises And hell things on mind cruises She was there left alone Mourning for help at home. Hungry and parched she was, Hoping someone would pass “Click! Click!”, the door knob sounds At last someone’s around. Who’s there? Who could that be? At last! She will be free! But it widened her eyes Scared and again she cried ‘Twas a man who appeared Went to her and she feared. He touched her hair and said “Hush! Hush! Just go to bed Stay quite, don’t be a heck!” And kissed her on the neck. Poor girl, she just abide To the man whom she feared “Why is he doing this? I’m his daughter, why’s this?” In the bedroom they were; Father started kissing her. Poor lil girl can’t defy If she speak up, she’ll die. “Oh my Lord, please help me, I can’t take it, save me.” Said her mind as tears flowed Grieving in pain; she moaned. Then suddenly she smiled From what she heard outside. A sudden hope in her eyes gleamed From something she perceived. She heard her mother’s voice "I'll be saved" she rejoiced “A miracle for me Lord replied to my plea.” And the door opened Mother saw what happened Shocked and startled she was Then screamed for help, at last! Mother bellowed and slapped him Outraged and said to him “She is your daughter! Why did you rape her?” Then neighbors came Naked -- poor girl was ashamed Dazed and shaken they were Staring at poor girl and her father. Then two cops came along Grabbed the father for his wrong He panicked and dreaded Denied all he acted Livid and offended Lil girl stood and stated “Oh yes, that man raped me, Not just once but many times.” Then her father uttered “My dish is my daughter. I’m the one who made her, So I should also taste her.” Wretched from what she heard She spoke not a single word Woeful and quite, she sniveled Suddenly collapsed and fell At last poor girl’s now free From nightmare and agony Yes she has a father But she’s his dish not his daughter.