Free Cee a Bland Old Flag

A BLAND OLD FLAG August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair In September me and the miss were kissing The end of September was difficult to bare When suddenly the miss went missing I believed every promise and every vow The hope that bespoke of a future grand But then was then and now is now And now beauty seems so bland She spoke of tomorrow in a wondrous way And the Christmas we would finally share I heard all the words she had to say but then I heard what destiny would declare Perpetuity ebbed away in a callous manner Without so much as an appropriate farewell No waving flag, and no appropriate banner Only a sign designed in the depths of hell © 2012..copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~