Urban Island
Beware there man when out for your drink
Your wondering eye the one that don't think
Basking in glory man of the hour
Spotting one there pretty hair with a flower
Spending your pay wife at home wait
She seems to like you in your drunker-ed state
Unaware you're half in the bag
You've gained the attention Bell Island Hag
Now there is a legend this Hag be pretty
That seek out men men that are gritty
Rough and tough ready to haggle
She has a deal to the lane with a gaggle
Not sure you heard it particular laugh
The spell is cast down with the staph
But that's not all in loves embrace
True Hag revealed in terror you face
Wrath of sin the ugly Hag shown
Wouldn't have done it you'd only known
To late for that the cost is spent
Many of men have been where you went
Copyright © Ronald Kent | Year Posted 2017
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