Ever The TwainA Poem by Devons
is a site better not to have been
a bonfire of devils that linger unseen - and
don't mess with Mr. In-between
It's the story of a lovely lady
who was bringing up three very lovely girls
the eldest was a beaut’; the youngest, blonde and cute - but
the middle one, all ill-repute and curls.
with twitching leg, and blue
unstill, at unrest, like someone I knew - these
foolish things remind me of you.
It's the story of a man named Brady
who was bringing up three young boys of his own
the youngest, the beginner; the eldest, a winner - but
the middle one, all sinner, left alone.
reaching out but throwing blows
in defence of all he sows - heaven knows
And woe-betide they ever should meet
She and He, like dogs on heat - inevitably
to burn each other out, never left in doubt
their only moves
- to Twist and Shout.
© 2010 Devons
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on May 15, 2010
Last Updated on May 15, 2010
Plymouth, Plymouth, United Kingdom
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