The Girl Named Ruth
She was a girl named Ruth,
who had dreams and ambitious from youth.
Then she met a rascal of a boy,
who treated her as if she were a toy.
'Ours is a love from on high',
the sweet mouthed chap said with a lie
The naive Ruth was only beaming with smile.
And she was determined to go with this guy another mile.
'A little touch and some kissing,
will do me no harm', she was musing.
And now she couldn't stop the dangerous ride,
on this stormy sea with deadly tide.
This same Ruth is in all girls that are foolish,
who often fall preys of mean men that are brutish.
These Ruths only come to their senses
when there are no defences.
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