“The Story of Paris”

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“The Story of Paris”

By: Khatoon Hazara

 

 

 

Shelves stacked with dirt

And the ghosts of my hurt

Oh, I’ve only wished for a lifetime of peace

But all I got were 2 broken wings

 

 

 

The men kept coming back to shore

Aboard his ship; 2 lads and a quip young marrow

2 buccaneers who dealt their souls

And a young lady with broken bones

 

 

 

She was a young woman

Oh, what a fine young woman indeed

She had a crown upon her head

And the crowd was at her feet

 

 

 

 

They called her “Paris”

Oh, fine lad

Let me butter you up for my feast

Let me tell something to make you scream

Instead of hollering about me

 

 

 

 

Let ole’ Paris tell you a secret

All the young lads like you just couldn’t keep it

So I cut off almost all their heads

 

 

 

Oh, young love

Don’t you worry

Where are you off to in such a hurry?