There you were~
The red, red ruby~
I thought could be a dazzling diamond~
And me once again a brand new, new-bee.
You said all the right things~
Like a spoon of iron that turned into~
A smooth shinny silver sword~
I hung on each and every one of your words.
As fun times were had on the gaily lit merry-go-round~
I had nothing to dread as the colorful horses galloped near~
I reached for the brass ring without any fear.
It came with a furry~
The sexy stalking trollop~
Blindsided I was from this territorial vixen~
Over wrought I was and all very twisted.
I voiced my opinion~
First in a whisper~
I made a decision because you ignored my feelings~
Blocked you were twas not solely my doing.
You think things are fine~
Like the grapes clinging to the vine~
But the trouble is you still do not want to hear~
I suppose you think my talk is a whining my Dear.
Here I sit again in limbo~
Like the brown turtle who bakes on the rocks~
Here I sit in limbo~
Waiting for you to take great stock.
Lisa J. Warner