MISTLETOE MILLIE CAN PART ONE
Since the day that she was born,She came into this world feet first.
As though from another world,
She was torn.
Her tiny toes touched the floor,
No one knew what happened next.
Their bewilderment turned to surprise,
As she danced out through the door.
They all agreed she was to blame,
A baby boy was orphaned that day.
They called him Perry Winkle,
Although they seemed to forget his name.
The passing year's they quickly flew,
Mistletoe Millie Can could dance.
So softly as not to disturb,
The morning dew.
To her it was a terrible fate,
When she danced so divinely.
The watching crowd loved her so,
When stopped it turned to hate.
She dropped mistletoe from her name,
As though it was to blame.
No more to dance to and through,
Often dreaming of a better life;
Although it never came.
Millie Can could sew and clean,
Living from door to door.
For this she was rewarded,
Water, A crust of bread.
And to sleep upon the tavern floor.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-02-21 at 00:55
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