Nay, But A Little Problem

Nay, But A Little Problem

I once met me a pretty lady,
I was lustful at first sight.
I took her by her pretty hand,
And kissed her deep that night.
Things proceeded quickly,
And I bedded her quite soon.
Though the night was dark as pitch,
There shone a full white moon.

Welcome to my life, my life.
This is but the briefest case.
See it through my eyes, my eyes.
As everything falls into its place.

Several weeks later,
She was knocking at my door.
I greeted with a cheeky smile,
And she punched me on the jaw.
Tears were falling from her eyes,
But she looked at me and smiled.
As I pulled her to me, an embrace,
She whispered, “I'm with child.”

I held her out at arms length,
And I must have looked quite harried.
She smiled as she said to me,
“We must be getting married.”
The shock, it must've registered,
On my face as plain as day.
Her smile, it dropped from her lips,
And she began to back away.

Welcome to my life, my life.
This is but the briefest case.
See it through my eyes, my eyes.
As everything falls into its place.

Her face had turned an ashen grey,
And her eyes had gone all wide.
“If you won't commit to me my love,
I will commit to suicide.”
I whistled a note as she told,
Of her life to be cut short.
I patted her shoulder and thanked her,
A great lover and now a good sport.

By J. Barrett