DOWN ALONG THE PURGATORY

Inspired by Lorie from Lonsome Dove.

 

 

DOWN ALONG THE PURGATORY

 

She had pretty flowers in her hair

When she walked she moved all over

And she talked the talk she was all there

That`s Isabella I`m talk`n `bout

 

Big brown eyes and reddish blonde

That`s just how she looked

How she was was wistful want

A better life she said

 

"Gonna get me a big rich man",

"I aint never gonna let `im go",

"He`ll get kiss`n between his ears",

"We aint never go`n be po"

 

Life along the Purgatory with Isabella

Proved to be a trial

Liv`n with Isabella was too much for any fella

He kissed his horse goodbye and went to town

Never to be seen again

 

She never even cried a tear

This girl was a saint in harlot dress

With a lisp of paradise to come

See, Isabella knew no fear

 

The saint of the Purgatory

Envy of every man up and down the crick

Had picked a saint for her next man

HAHAHAHA---- she had picked Saint Nick

 

----- Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Cute one ...liked reading about Isabella...and thank you for the invitations
Appreciate it...SyberRose

[Leeza]

The Purgatory... I love the sense of crudeness in this poem and what it evokes for me. The roughness of your words (please do not take that in a negative manner) helps to fuel the characterisation of Isabella and creates this vivdid imagery.

[Corset]

my mother said it was just as easy to love a rich man as it was to love a po' one. A funny glimpse into feminine psychology, some do still hold out for love though. :)

[icelandicblue]

LOL- She picked a generous guy. This was a lot of fun to read and quite clever.

[written in blood]

hahaha that was cute!!

[Marie]

Good for Isabella.