Poetry

Thursday, 31 October 2024

My Enchanted lady

 Oh my Enchanted lady

You're so green in your forest scene

Running through the glades so shady

With leaves falling of Autumn's skein


Oh my enchanted lady,

But watch out for that branch

Crash, crunch it's too late, it was so hazy

In the fog, you missed the ranch


Come on inside my Enchanted Lady

Grandmother's not home, but I'm your aunt

Yes I know I look rather too hairy

But that's just my facial hair it grows like a plant


Come a little closer my Enchanted Lady

Come a little closer I don't bite

Oh but what's that in your hand, are you crazy?

Don't you know this bed's highly flammable, and you bring a light


Oh my god my Enchanted lady

I can't believe you've set my bed a light

And now I'm burning alive I thought you were my little daisy

But it turns out you're an avenging Angel of the night


What have you got against wolves anyway, my Enchanted lady

Don't you know we're an endangered species, down to five?

Couldn't you just have shown me the door, is that so lazy?

You had to go and burn me in your Grandma's bed alive!

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