Tale of a man

there was a man
that I once knew
just as charming
as he was shrewd

lasses fond of him
there were
quite a few
so eager to fetch
every bone
that he threw

but alas
none of them ever
his thirst quenched
he would soon
turn cruel
and cast away they’d be
In fresh morning dew

there would never be
something old
something new
nor something
let alone blue
would they look
for the sixpence
in their shoe

© Nikki