A flower blows
in the wind;
she loathes,
for she has sinned,
She thought she loved him as much as could be,
but oh, how she was wrong;
He’d said ‘You’re the only one for me,’
And then sung his song:
"My sweet Prima Donna,
flourish in front of my eyes,
you see I only wanna
love you until our demise"
She found the young man very sweet,
before she knew it, she was swept off her feet;
Sang beautiful songs he did,
ones she hadn’t heard since being a kid
He took her everywhere she could dream of,
and even places she’d never known existed;
But one time he became a little rough,
wanting things that ended with her being riveted,
For she was young,
and knew not a thing of love;
She’d wait for the right one,
the right man; She didn’t believe in the glove
She wouldn’t settle for second-best;
so she made to him the gest,
that she wanted marriage; But he wanted lust
it was then she realized he was a bust
Before she could leave,
he began to sing
And she became very peeved
at his voice which was like a bell in ring
"My bitter Prima Donna,
withering in front of my eyes,
you see I meant I wanna,
love you till your demise"
She felt herself wither and die,
he stared at her from up high;
On the ground,
in a mound
She almost blacked out,
then Romeo gave her his hand
Which reminded her of a snout
although he was responsible for her looking so bland
He offered one last time:
"I will give you eternal life,
—dear you look lime—
though you can never be my wife;
You need not do anything,
all I ask for is your trust"
Nodding vigorously (considering her ill-being)
she suddenly felt a huge gust,
Of wind and saw that she,
was one of the many flowers that be;
In his window sill flowerpot
filled with flowers of every type, she thought
Overflowing with despair,
she pulled out her roots
With little care,
in the distance an owl hoots,
But it is of no concern,
for concentration she had had to learn
Being with this Romeo
whom she hoped would die of polio
Sweating in his bed,
his eyes and face all red;
Dying in the moonlight
she would kiss him ‘good life’
O how she seeked vengeance,
if only he’d insurance worth a few pence;
A little money,
in her back pocket; To pay for any fees
Back to work, she struggled,
pulling the others’ roots out
She heard muffled
cries over being moved about;
Martyrs, them flowers would be,
but Romeo would never seduce;
Another girl, by the sea,
for the flowers kept him cool and loose,
In front of girls whom he wanted,
so they would fall for him;
But with the flowers dead and rotted,
he would leave this earth with no kin
Now all the flowers were uprooted
she is exhausted;
But knows she hasn’t won yet,
nor is she a lady to fret
The others know not of what is going on,
but wish not to stay uprooted for long;
The owl hoots,
they hear the boots,
Of that familiar man,
on the land;
The foot falls grow weaker,
and she, the leader
Congratulates the girls,
as onto the ground he hurls;
Back into people, they become,
praising the Prima Donna, the one,
Who had saved their hinds,
and reminded them not to be blind;
When seduced by the Romeos or Don Juans
even if they seemed like ordinary johns