Poetry

Sunday, 8 June 2025

Electra, I met her, now I cannot forget her

 She was Electra

I never wanted to leave her

He wouldn't let her

She said forget her

Oh weary old life

Of Carmen Electra

Burning with the gypsies

In passionate ship's seas

With pirates and sunken treasure troves


Her lover wanted to be near his mother

What did their life mean to him?

Nothing she said it

And wished she were dead of it

He said he promised to be

Will you leave me? 

Do you want me to? 

I want to know

Leave me yes, just go


So she goes to see the gypsies

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