Re: Poetry please.
Simon loved his Sarah fair
Simon loved his Sarah fair
Who had the most gorgeous hair
Tumbling down unto her waist
Golden and pure as she was chaste
Though she had hair as sweet as honey
Alas no brush, they had no money.
Simon looked at his golden chain
“I’ll sell when I’m in the market again”
Sarah grieved for Simon had no clock
To hang onto his wondrous chain
An idea sprang into her head
“I’ll sell my hair and with the sum I gain
A watch I’ll buy for my love to retain”
The following week they pursued their plans
Met up , her hair was covered
Said Simon
“I have a brush for your golden hair”
Said Sarah
“I have no need for there’s nothing there”
Said Simon
“My chain was to sold to buy you that brush”
Said Sarah
“I went to town on a number 9 bus
And there I sold my hair, don’t fuss
I now have no need for such an item”
( Madam luck had planned to spite ‘em)
The moral of this sad story is beyond me
Perhaps if they hadn’t acted like zombies
And shared their deepest yearnings
They’d keep their romance turning
Instead she lost her greatest feature
(For she was a lovely creature)
He ended up with a watch, no chain
It’s enough to drive their love insane.
Simon coped by calling her baldie
She pretended she didn’t care
But when they grew up into oldies
The deep deep hurt was still there.
That’s a long one ,oh golly gosh
I didn’t mean to write such tosh
So if you have long golden hair
I urge you to just leave it there.