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
Poetry
Simon James Thread
