Stay for tea,dear lady
Tell me lies of your creation,
The neglect utter damnation of your rebellious children,
The christian morales so shamelessly hidden.
No,of course,I do not judge you madame.
Stay for tea,dear Jezebel
Stain the sheets with the memory of your
faithful husband,
Filth the image of the surname still carried,
Shh, the family moves between the walls,
The ghost of their presence forgotten,
No,never would I condemn you wretchedly mistress.
Stay for tea, dear graced mademoiselle,
The Lord who loved you so,
Can show mercy to the disfavor of my lineage,
The earth you tread on is the same as all.
How pathetic,
"She abhors the self,Jesus."
We must pray..does He hear your disgrace?
Please,do stay,dear fahişe of past
No, I would never speak of such!
Please do stay,
Tea does quite remain bitter without,
The slander of a contrite woman.
3/2/2007
~Mrs. A. Kyle~
