The Other Woman

To see her adorned in colour You’d think she was a flower I try my best to glower So that I show that I’m a queen in power But alas! I just seem to sink lower Does he love her more, I ponder Will she take him away, I wonder In the end, I just have to try harder For in his affections I must climb the ladder. She has eyes that ‘twinkle’ And she seems to give off a ‘sparkle’ Now I see why to him, she’s quite the ‘apple’ Helpless rage consumes me and turns my face purple She sashays with hips wriggling As she gives off a girlish giggling The reason he can’t stop ogling At once I know they’ll soon be canoodling And that, to me, is quite offending. With steely determination I talk to his Nan She assures me that he’s clearly my man And Miss la di da is just the other woman.