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.
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