Wendy, Darling
Wendy, Darling
Was a wretched little wench
With a flask of whiskey
Clasped in her fist
And took to a swigging
More often
Than the lost boys ever knew
Wendy, Darling
Was a surrogate mother
Who despised the reckless actions
Of such a crew
And it was mostly Peter
To whom she cursed
nasty, dirty, stupid
boys
lost in neverland
forever
engaged in rambunctious
ploys
Wendy, Darling
Decided she'd had enough
Building a great bonfire
With all their stuff
Leaving the lost
To weep, sob and moan; for
Wendy, Darling
Simply smiled whilst swallowing
A swig; and
With her last ounce
Flew out of there
Copyright © Lori Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
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