JUST-THE-GYPSY-HEARTED-
WANDERER
Home is where the heart is.
My heart's inside this man
who wanders like a gypsy,
his body his caravan.
A-RAGGED-ROAD-LEADS-TO-A-BAD-
GIRL'S-WEALTH
A pumpkin shall be your carriage
and poor mice the horses that lead
the way to your unholy marriage
to a great lord of evil-misdeeds.
You are not a Cinderella
but you are a villain in rags.
You have no wicked stepmother
nor stepsisters who are hags.
There's not even a glass-slipper
from which he'll drink a toast -
to the thorny-rose we have here -
at the reception you'll both host.
Yet you do deserve each other
although you pair poles apart.
Go ride on to your demon-lover
you villainous rags-to-riches tart !
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