There was a woman who was awry

There was a woman who was awry
She said she wanted to fall down and die.
She tried many ways
It was a passing faze
That ended when she started to lie.

She lay on her bed
To rest her weary head.
Then tried to sleep
When she had dust to sweep.
But at least she wasn’t dead.

Then she told some tales
As she weighed herself on the scales,
Saying she was thin
As a hair pin
When she was fat as two hay bales.

Then the woman who was awry
No longer wanted to die
Because she had a fantasy
And that made her free
To chart her own pie.

Perhaps in her dreams she could fly
And never again needing to cry
The woman passed the faze
Of her suicidal ways
And instead lived a lie.

There was a woman who was awry

Initially NO

Seddon, Australia

Artist's Description

Silly silly poetry to pass the time in limerick style.

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