The Nature of The Beast
written by: Ilene Dover
Although we act with decorum
Pretend to be Princesses and Kings
Some things we can’t hide
Cause they brew inside
They come out with noise, nasty things.
We never can tell their arrival,
Be they misamic or sweet.
But we can surmise
They are full of surprise
‘Ere in public or private they squeak.
They have no respect for a lady,
A matron, a taylor, a Sir,
It’s no good pretending,
And manners be tending,
A malaise for which there’s no cure.
Try as you might to repress it,
Matters not be ye old or young.
It’s a fault we all share,
Let ‘er rip if you dare,
Your very own song will be sung!
Ilene is living in Costa Rica with her husband Ben and two cats. She continues to write and entertain the masses.
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