Friday, December 27, 2013

Mortlake's Rose

With shoulder length wavy hair of chestnut brown
The most beautiful woman in old Mortlake Town
With eyes as dark blue as ripe Autumn sloes
She does deserve the title of Mortlake's Rose
Single in her early twenties near the prime of her life
The type young men do dream of when they dream of a wife
But in Mortlake where she first looked on the lamp of day
There for a few more months she will only stay
It looks like her future it will be elsewhere
In one of the big cities of the big World out there
For one of twenty two going on twenty three
In the bigger World out there many places to see
Down to earth and attractive and slender and tall
In Mortlake Town she is the fairest of all.

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