Tulips
There she was across the room
With lips like tulips in full bloom
Her love was what I wanted to borrow.
Her face was smirked and at me she spat
‘I don’t fancy men who are fat!’
Never had I encountered a heart so hollow.
But I kept watch of her throughout the ball
Watched as she flaunted herself through the halls
I watched as she turned down man after man
Each of them looking so very distraught
By god what manners has this maiden been taught!
But little did she know of my plan.
A maiden as she should be taught a thing or two
About how she should act and what not to do.
But tis not my plan at all
A woman such as she should be kept home
Watching her speak to men is like watching a dog devour a bone.
This maiden here, is making me feel rather appalled.
She accepted their drinks few and plenty
When all of a sudden one became twenty.
She made my life as easy as could be.
She stumble out in a drunken stupor
After so many drinks, she was a trooper.
Oh, she made this so simple for me.
As a gentleman I went to help her per-say,
Loving that everything was going my way.
Little did this wretch know she’d be walking to her doom.
She didn't even realize we were walking through the cemetery,
Instead of to her house where she housed her small canary.
Ah, her lips like tulips in full bloom.
‘I don’t fancy men who are fat!’
My god who raised this intolerable brat?
That doesn't matter, this will all be over soon.
We stopped in front of the six foot hole
A quick shove and down she fell, that disgusting troll.
Even from up here I see Tulips in full bloom.
As I began to simply fill it in
What spread across my face was a ghastly and sinful grin.
I filled the hole to the top.
I proceeded to pack the dirt down
From foot to crown.
I looked around the graveyard and my eyes came to a stop.
Here I planted flowers of many colors
Where in the spring the bees hover.
And when I walk by I smell the lovely fumes
So when I visit there is something to see
And I can sit in the shade of a nearby tree.
Only I know the meaning of those tulips when they’re in full bloom.
Copyright © Katelyn Roussell | Year Posted 2014
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