In case of necessity, hang your husband.
Your pistol might misfire, but prevent.
It will happen, poor turtle!
Your slow shoes will be suspicious; sluggish,
lame,
dragging the accused on a rope.
What a shame personal bravery is. Suspecting
everything
but its own heart. Much better a
widow than
a former, I suppose.
So, just in case, keep rope.
Mary or
Heather or
Anne will lay weight on
your fool. Pretty wretch!
Then wine,
then pistol,
biting cries then
silence.
She can’t escape without her eyes!
He means
to bury himself deep
in your bed,
where you may find happiness
tomorrow,
but
the rope!
A whore will steal everything but!
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
I find you exasperatingly fabulous! And the fact that you add the suicide hotline makes my heart smile. Continue being you. xox
Oh, how gleeful!
(And I note, my dear friend, the lovely Polly Robinson has also clicked “like” here… ;))
Between the title and the references to rope, this just put the song Polly by Nirvana in my head. 🙂
that’s awesome because Nirvana lyrics were the reason I started writing in the first place. This didn’t have to do with Polly though 😉
Gleeful indeed – I liked it without seeing it was my namesake! (Oh, woe is me!)
Such a tasty poem …
Great line ‘She can’t escape without her eyes!’
Give them enough rope, MaggieMae ;0
Thought of Polly/Nirvana, too (“I thought I should get off her, first,” ” Get some rope”, etc.). First line– is to die for! Also love the lame/shame rhyme (very natural), great rhythms there too, and love every line of that 2nd stanza: “What a shame personal bravery is. Suspecting/ everything/ but its own heart. Much better a/ widow than/ a former…”And then the last two stanzas and couplet are soo dark-but-dry wit… really clever. Clever with a message. ~ Lily