The Pound
This dog brought food to the table
But the bitch was sent to the pound
When she was done being used
Mute Swan became her sound
Lost Emir was always missing
There but out of touch
The one held so close to her, the one that's loved so much
The Mute Swan she's got legato as she sets her tone
Inconvenient to some as she sits alone
Her inconsequential feelings by Mr. Misogynist
But don't misinterpret her misfortunes
Among the miscast misfits
Meeting of the sanctimonious was her wage
As he tried to break her being and burn the page
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
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