Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , ,


Myrtle, it seems, was a terrible moaner

Which led to her becoming quite the loner

Miserable, she was, while waiting for him

Ventured out, on a lark, to satisfy a whim

Took a tour of the city, in a big fancy car

Made her name as she danced in every bar

The patrons made sure, to invite her back again

She made them promise, to be gentlemen

Even though they once caused dear Myrtle to frown

She now makes them smile, she’s the toast of the town

 

March Writing Prompt:  Moaning Myrtle – Day 29/31

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0