SPF 50

Upon yonder hills

fires burn down

a withered town

Rumor has it

a widow died tragic

snakecharmed by a soothsayer

who moonlit as a mandolin player

all it took was a whisper

a sigh turned to whimper

"My you are limber."

he would say with a laugh.

but the pantomime had dropped the dime

on his actions of distraction

and into the widow''s bedchamber

he doth remain, enslaved, and in chains

relegated to cleaning stains

on the cold wooden floors

of the Dame.