Poetry

Simon James Thread

Simon James Thread who was due to be wed

Left his bed to find she’d hastily fled

He knew in his head that he’d been misled

But his heart tread wearily on

Although he’d been led a tear still he shed

For the woman spread pain ’til he bled

Future ahead, who could fill in her stead

He pled and pled ’til he thought of behead

Well perhaps she was already dead

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