The Other Woman

Waiting in Vain

Why does  she  wait, the night is  passing her by

The  smoke  from her  cigarette  teases a tear from her eye.

Her glass is as empty  as her heart

This  man is  mean  he has ripped  her soul apart.

 

The  clock is  ticking,  she needs to go

Leave  now  forget him  her  brain is  telling her so.

He will be  with his  wife  and the new baby

For all his promises to her  he  will never  be  free.

 

Get  up  girl  you are  brave and  strong

You have a home  and job  you stand on your  own.

You  are  worth  more  than  being  the erotic  escape

Get him out of  your  life, you have so many  choices  to make.

 

Yes  she  may  have  him  and  the baby  too

But  that is  her  only  hold on him and  you know it’s  true.

After  you  go  he will find  younger  and knew

There  are  plenty out  there  who  can do  what  you do,

 

Don’t  be jealous  of his  little  wife and her  busy days

She  would  better  be pitied for  she knows

All about  you  and  where her husband  goes

For  sex, that’s  all you are  to him, what ever  he says .

 

When  he is  finished  with  you  there will be someone new

So start living for yourself, he will never leave  her  for you .

You have a home  and job  you stand on your  own.

Pity the wife doing  her  best, with children tied  to the home.

Pity  her  for his  fidelity she’ll never  own.

Sir Lancelot

Oh! he was dark with eyes of fire he was the dream of any maiden’s desire.

Arthur’s closest friend, they swore allegiance and supported each other under fire .

Lancelot  the most trusted , favoured knight. He stood on Arthur’s right

For his king he would gladly die. He saved his kings neck in many a fight.

Sadly for all involved he charmed his queen too, is eyes went deep into her soul

He stole into her dreams at first, then her days finally her bed, he devoured her whole.

This sad turn of events went from bad to worse.

Lancelot deeply scarred his friend stole the heart of his wife, it was like a curse.

The dark knight with the gleaming eyes  was forced to return to France

Arthur’s broken heart forced him to to condemn his beloved wife to the firery dance.

A trap was set to catch Sir Lancelot , his dearest friend who’d stolen his wife , OH! sad mischance.

Arthur set his bravest knights to guard the pyre , Lancelot returns a bloody fight ensues.

Guinevere is to a nunnery sent , and Arthur, Lancelot to France peruses.

Fear not there is much more to tell

Yet for now sweet friends I need to bid you farewell……………………..

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