This is a story of love.
The story of a dove.
She made her home on our porch fan.
And won't leave, despite heroic efforts by Dan.
For Mrs. Dove, as she has been named,
lives a life of what we have blamed,
As a woman of the night.
Oh yes, a woman of the night.
For Mrs. Dove, you see,
Has gentleman callers a-plenty.
She doesn't learn, that one
That her actions cause a bun (in the oven).
And so she sits on her eggs
Until they hatch and find their legs (or wings).
And then she does it all again,
She takes a visit from one of her "men".
So the cycle repeats,
Because gentleman callers she greets,
As a woman of the night.
Oh yes, a woman of the night.
1 comment:
Lovely! Who knew I was surrounded my 2 sisters and a sister-in-law who are all poets!
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