ALONE

Once upon a time of day
I was a Lone, the month was May
I never knew what caused this thing
I should have been a Dult that spring
But I was not, I was a Lone
when someone called me on the phone
It was a Buse, I wasn't home
I lied and said I was a Dapt,
a Lone had gone, that was a fact
Just then Oh what else shoud I hear?
Another ringing in my ear
and then a knock came at my door
I opened it to find a Dore
Who said we must go out just then
We had a date to meet a Gain
So with a click and with a clack
I hung the phone up,just like that
A Buse could wait 'till I got back
Then we went out and down the street
I looked, Oh my who should we meet?
It was a Buse, so indiscreet
To act as though we saw it not
To pass it by became our plot
But hark! My name flew though the air
It was a Miss, life isn't fair
A Miss was loud and we were seen
It was a mess a Buse was mean
To show good things will seldom last
Trouble came and came a Ghast
A Ghast would not let us get past
And then as everything went wrong
Right behind it came a Long
A Long that sang a different song
They started to argue, me oh me,
So off I ran to find a Gree

But when I was just out of voice

I realized, this was my choice
Then I sat down and breathed a moan
How good it was to be a Lone!

Jane Van Doe (c) 1990