THE SHREW
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
A God on a mission
Full of ambition
Such vision
To get to the top of the world
Sadly, he met a shrew rather than a Deity
An abomination
Stripping his world of amenities
Shrinking every quality
Controlled by her spell
Rather than an angel from heaven
He found a fireball from hell
Nothing could be done
It was like watching someone throwing coins down a well
Removing from a fairground the fun
Wiping clean all smiles
No sounds of laughter
Full of
troubles and trials
Why couldn’t he see what was before him
Why didn’t he listen to what others said
The day came when he announced
It was her he would wed
Love should have been the only thing that counts
But, how could he?
How could we make him see
His love, she needed to renounce
This was a battle and she will trounce
She will conquer
To her God she will be
His queen
His stolen heart she will keep in a jar
The key
She will throw away
And keep him far
His mind she will play
He will have no choice other than to stay
© Fiona Cummings
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