381 - Brother, the tales you hear are really grim

Brother, the tales you hear are really grim,
Of evil queens who poison pretty girls
And goddesses that wreak vengeance on him
Who scorns their beauty; how they shake their curls!
That green-eyed monster usually first uncurls
When only child becomes first born of two;
No longer centre of it all, these churls
Detest all new arrivals, rivals to
Their hogging of the hugging. Me and you
Have seen some mean girls throwing a tantrum
Like some puffed up rock star who nightly hurls
TVs or guitars (Who could that be? Who?)
Attention must be paid, yes, but let’s skim
Attention seekers. Let’s dive deep for pearls.
Thur 20 Sep 2007