She walked, as if in control
Never to let anyone know
That a part of her was missing
A part she’d never show
Longing, stayed within her heart
Replacing the love, she had
Her face, well she smiled on,
So, was she really glad?
For she had given of herself
So many years before
He just used and never loved
Still, she hoped for more.
Comfort, was felt by his touch
He pleasured her, just so
Until that ever fateful day
She had to let him go.
He had another, he had a bride
She, just never knew it.
Some children, too. She felt bad
And couldn’t put them through it
She gave him hell and said goodbye
Told him to not return
As she felt bad, she felt love,
And knew she had to learn
That when a man has a fling,
A chickee on the side,
Then that man, would repeat
On that you could rely.
She did not want to be the other,
Nor one who would have lied
She was only hoping, through her tears
To one day be his bride.
She learned to question all who dare
To court her, from then on.
So, dogs beware, she’ll bite back
Before you do her wrong.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat listening to Jimmy Buffet
While eating some crud that
made her sway...
Along came a spider
A notorious derider
And here's what he had to say
"Hey, Chickee, come visit my web site!"
At that she made her day...
She "clocked" the "mother"
Like no other
Sometimes things just
turn out that way.
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