All in the month of May

a modern take on a taditional-style poem a little bit of fun

It was early in the morning

all in the month of May

she thought no one was looking

and no one came her way

She knew that she was followed

my many far and few

the twitter hate she swallowed

and thought that no one knew

that on that day she swam

all in the local lake

her public life a sham

a break she did there take

but in the bushes hovered

peeping tom who did gauge

that snap, snap, snap a photo

would be on every front page

Author's Note

unhappy with the last verse if you have any ideas