What a Mess.

Gertrude sat by a sea

Of growing trees

Birds and bees

Gertrude thought of her love

While holding herself

and lighting her campfire

Gertrude waited for years

Beside a river of tears

and forest of smug jeers

Henry was seen far away

In another brighter day

Learning how to play

Henry didn't know of a wood

And even if he could

He knows he never would

Henry wasn't hers

But she sat waiting for him

While he found a new her

Mark was an old befriended

With Henry until it ended

Sooner than he intended

Mark wasn't fond of the game

Wanted less than fame

Something a little more tame

Mark found a sea of trees

Thought of birds and bees

and Gertrude on her knees

Sally sought the same thing

But another's bell she wanted to ring

She taught Henry to sing

Sally saw Mark and Gertrude's almost

Got envious of that clear coast

Wanted the two to roast

Sally spat hideous words at her

Made Gertrude forget love

and go blind to dear old Mark.

And Henry never thought,

"What if I held Gertrude?"

And Mark never thought,

"What if I stuck with Henry?"

And Sally never thought,

"What if I forgive Gertrude?"

And Gertrude never thought,

"What if I loved Mark?"

So Gertrude wept

So Henry played

So Mark longed

So Sally hurt

And no one was ever happy.

Ever.

The End.