You Make Your Bed
Three ladies of grace their league in a bond
To public and party a shawl and a song
A mouse and a strawberry and slim liner long
Dictation decides or the tide will go wrong
I work for you matey make clear that quite well
A baptismal fire engaged from a well
We all agree this place is her roost
For children and family and those with some loot
A priest with a wallet not normal or rare
And anyone else pray supply or prepare
A grandad of kindness now buried with rest
The lady of hate leaves a husband and nest
No violence there or car to remove
from land or from table that knife never moved
Dont lie and evict as the children don't know
And made by the state to use and to show
Honesty in and a cheek ready here
I'm battered and broke and the papers no cheer
Two ladies are left and promote and do pare
Their input was awful and sharp and unfair
They helped in the downfall the innocent look
But spoke through a message and killed off the shoot.
Conniving and scheming together they go
The speech in the church gave a frightening blow
You men are collared pinned and allayed
You do as your told or your position is swayed
Say nothing dear boy or end on my ship
Your job is no longer and she gives the lip
A family tract and problem aware
I'll pray to my God and call on his care
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2011
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