We May have Lost Him

With an ingenuine saccharine la-di-da The hoity toity woman said “hi” to ma A want to be royal, an aristocrat stated poser, false Sheila name of Pat My brother was smitten right away He gave her his best times of day Pat could have been a clock tower shooter He did not see this at all, my brother Tooter She is so refined and fashionable! I thought a narcist too and really dull She is so pretty and genteel I did not think so, and here’s the deal… I knew William, her ex, a wonderful man She stole all his stuff except for a fan At her sale she refused to sell to him He was escorted out by her new friend Tim Will’s dog was sad, she had him staked out mean Putting on airs like a Victorian Queen Pat married my brother Tooter of course Arrived in a carriage with a rented horse We may have lost him I said to my ma Just like your daddy, she said, referring to Pa For Pa had run away with a scoundrel too She took all his money and possessions in ’82.