A poem
A Poem. I don't know what made me write this poem. I was intending it to be something else, but it turned out to be something else. Here it is :- I promise to tell you my secret, If you won’t tell mine, We’ll meet over lunch & have a glass of wine, In case you whine, you little swine, I give you my word, I will bottle you up in jar of brine. I committed a murder, not so long ago, In the time of spring, just beneath the flowery bough, We were having a cup of earl grey & cucumber sandwich, The one who always bewitched me was a witch all the time. Oh she loved me, she told me so. But she loved Tom, dick, harry & many more. What blew me apart, when she pulled the axe on my poor heart, When she told me, that most of all she loved our neighbor, the fiery tart. That fiery tart was a young woman, And I couldn’t fathom, why a woman loved a woman. Angered & Smoldered, all burnt up inside, I threw ...