Better wed than dead
The sun looked angry when the dawn was due;
Its red more fiery,deep scarlet in hue.
The birds were singing though my heart had flu
All in all, I don’t know what to do.
The clouds betrayed the sun by turning grey.
Well, in winter who on earth makes hay?
The sun shone brighter as the earth it flayed
All in all I think I’ll go away.
The sun then disappeared to plot
How it can give us acne like a shot.
And make our skin peel like potatoes hot
All in all, I think I’ll tell the lot.
Now the sun has set, the sky is mauve
The trees stand darkly in their gentle grove.
Where lovers meet and discuss where to rove
As for me I shall soon be betrothed
The sun looked calmer as the day faded
It is now more deep sea green than red
The birds are singing seems they’re feeling glad.
As for me,well better wed than dead
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2017