Three Girls

Just a rhyme about various lifestyles.

Three Girls

 

Amy, Katy, and Sally,

They were the best of friends;

But these  three girls were diff’rent,

And came to varied ends.

 

Amy, she lik’d her brandy,

And was a wild young thing;

Drinking too much, she play’d loose,

And wore no wedding ring.

 

Katy was a good mother,

With babies ev’ry year;

She nurs’d them all through childhood,

And wip’d away each tear.

 

Sally had a bright, full life,

The sheriff did she wed;

He kept her dress’d in fine clothes,

And they were both well fed.

Author's Note

Initial reactions and constructive criticism welcome. This is not about any real people in particular, but about observed behaviors of many people.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

An observation of life. Different paths present themselves, and we may choose them according to our personalities, likes and dislikes. Sometimes, we don't choose at all, but are swept there by a tide of circumstances. If only we all knew the one that was best.

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks for the review, Samuel. I appreciate it. I hope you enjoyed the poem. I'm afraid I haven't been around much, recently, since I had a trip back to Vermont, followed by major surgery, closing on a new house, and moving. I hope to be able to write more soon. For now, I'm trying to make good choices, while being swept along by a series of circumstances. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Three friends who chose very different life styles. It made me think of my siblings, we have all chosen different pathways too. Different but much more independent. I enjoyed your poem, and it is fun observing behaviours in people. Hello Debbie, pleased to meet you.

Chris

[Debbie Barry]

Hello, Christine. Pleased to meet you, too. Thank you for the review. I'm glad you enjoyed it.