Maid Of June

Maid of June

Born in the womb of June; was a sweet dismay
      Whose every word, every thought was worth a Fay;
Trickling through her mouth were those sweet words
      Anger, she showed, and the loneliness of the birds.

She met a devil, guised as a worldly fool
      She let him squabble, she let him rule;
They lived happily beneath a roof
      Soon she thought that it was just a spoof.

Worse were the days that were hard to spend
      Not a thought, not a word was ever mend;
Discovered she soon, his acts of deceit
      Bent she was, never again, this soul to meet.

What lies ahead is still a Pandora's box
      What happened of the wily, old, deceitful fox?
The key to love and prosperity lies with the Fay
      Am I to tell you everything or does she have something to say?

Azhar

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