She's Made Honest

In the night when all is happily asleep

there's no time to put up two feet

my garden I must retreat to a slew

of granny apple trees needing prune

before June.

Every morning I'm met with the virgin

part of my day to venture out, to play

delighting the purest part in my beating

red heart into earth's dirty dirt pleasures

my tummy making me act of a mummy

Before the day's end I close with a friend

sitting an angle right by my side on the

bank, oh wishful thinking how my morning

glories making up wedding stories

Men nose knows any opposes makes me

shine the big morning is to come for we just

couldn't invite anyone by the time aunt

Tiny and uncle Tim get a moving, the day's

a over and I'm married, yahoo, email my

fan favors and the rest, tell 'em I'm a 

made woman.