mikeyaw
Andover, MN
age: 51
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The Ballad of Eve Crumbs!
Sitting in a parlor, she is so thin to see…………
Oh my dear Eve Crumbs such the starve……….
Dear Eve, Miss Crumbs defeats the bum………..
She has such a nice smile, such a nice smile……
Dear sweet Miss Crumbs fending off a bum…….
And all I see of her is on the run…so tender……
Hair so clay and brightly glistening, bum.
She has such a nice room so priestly nice.
All she see is lonely and I dare you, know.
She had a man….oh so long ago and now broke.
She’ll never dare to push it for another anymore.
She seen him crashing to the floor and so adultery.
Telling her all is of what she’s become and it so done.
Hurts, the smile a pain softly backward away thee bum.
No one holy wanting be not my love…the spelling out.
The door closed wanting it most as all she know ghost.
Windows drawn as the brooms wand past lonely shade.
Crying on the wall; wanting, all be gone and to heaven.
But for those who know her fodder whispers but not he.
So muted whispers through the walls not him no, no, no.
If ever hands come grasping again let it not be him none.
Sitting in a parlor, she is so thin to see.
Oh my dear Eve Crumbs such the starve.
Dear Eve Miss Crumbs defeats the bum.
She had a man….oh so long ago and now broke.
She’ll never dare to push it for another anymore.
She seen him crashing to the floor and so adultery.
Always crying out evermore, no more of he!
No more of thee and all I tear for he no, no.
All is done; none, not another one, no, no, no.
By Michael J. Pinger 2/23/08
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