Dedicated to Megan Rae PURITY
Oh,where art the days when loneliness went away;
'Twas fine with that little lover of mine;
To see and to feel that togetherness was real;
I planted a seed, for everyone to see she was mine;
Then, alas without a whisper one night;
She and the seed took to flight;
She drifted away, to her mother to stay;
She spent no time, to record that she was not mine;
She went to the court, a restraining order she sort;
She told a lie, of threats and assault she would imply;
So, alas, back and forth to Durban, I ran out of gas;
Then, with a sigh, she announced...
"A baby girl named Megan Rae from high."
'Twas a gift from God belonging to her;
She ordered it with only her fur;
On she went without repent, to find someone new;
A gifted traveller or someone she knew;
Raymond my friend was only a disgrace;
For my baby he took, just as God ended his book!
William Ernest Cox
Copyright © 1997 William Ernest Cox