Sweet Madeline
Joanna Davis
Sweet Madeline with her eyes of gray,
whose beauty could steal your breath away
With a body no shift or tunic could hide,
but admiring glances she took in her stride
Sweet Madeline with her eyes of gray,
would smile coyly, as she went on her way
Until Tom Bradley caught her eye on the Moors,
and her manicure hands turned into claws
Sweet Madeline with her eyes of gray,
stole Tom’s heart that very same day
She diced it with onions, paprika and spice,
then served it bien fait, on a bed of cold rice
Sweet Mad Elaine with her eyes of gray,
was still smiling sweetly...when they took her away!
Copyright © Joanna Davis | Year Posted 2011
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