Friday, December 02, 2011

Never Rose


Perhaps a little song for Rose
     A girl caught in the proper pose
         To walk on eggshells, pointed toes
To be the best she can be

The perfect wife, she cooks and sews
     She scrubs and cleans, she weeds and sows
         Her proper manner, her neat clothes
To be the best she can be

Her short-cut nails, her powdered nose
     Her hair tied up with lace and bows
         Hair prim, regardless when wind blows
To be the best she can be

Ever cites the sweetest prose
     She's never haughty, never gauche
         She plays the game as best she knows
To be the best she can be

She's ever careful where she goes
     The party halls, the movie shows
         Prefers the well-lit aisle-side rows
To be the best she can be

Her eyes as gentle as a doe's
     Belies her deeper troubled woes
         She hides her heart's most inner throws
To be the best she can be


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