Mimi

The love she thought she had was shared
Cos every heir had a say
Heaps of hate on her head
If only they could make out why
Why she is so fair and frail
Yet all her suitors phase and fail
Was it the ways of men,
Their haste for taste
Was it the waste of when?
When perfect shows, I’ll take
The love she thought she had was hate
Cos every them was the same
When she reels, she may never wrap
For on the lips of hapless men she rode.


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