The Story of a Not So Sad and Not So Happy Example of Life

It was 4:00 am what am I doing?

These are the analogies of a nice-looking house -- filled with enough poison to kill more than just a mouse

First is the sad little wife who went through so much strife

Her “dear husband” was a being of horrible means

He’d give a soliloquy of why he should stay

Wrapping thoughts in her mind that she’s not the kind

She can’t survive alone -- she’s made of limestone

 And he’s her armour (no he’s just a cur!)

Little do they know that they hear that their Johnny dear

His innocent smile lasts only a while

Hidden in his drawer, residue on the floor

A myriad collection of his favourite “confection”

This all started last week when his girlfriend Kalley 

A dastardly bed and the forced  pleasure and dread

It forced the little miss, her self-induced rigormortis  

Only poor Sally, tormented by Kalley

Laughed at her grave with a twirl and a wave

However her Mum, filled with rum

She went into Sally’s room, yelling torment and doom

Cries filled the street, but no one came to stop the beat

And now the poor girl, now unable to stand or twirl

Her pale countenance only remembered by stone fonts

And who knows… how little John Jones

With a vacuumed sealed crush, but no one for his blush

He’s friends with Johnny, but he has no money 

Will he split the confection, or beg for an intervention?

And will everything spiral out of control?

Who will know… how things will go?

Either way, it ends today

And the story is finished - it’s presence diminished 

That’s the end of a tale so historic and a perfect example of why life’s esoteric!