Blue Moon. Poem by Terry Collett

Blue moon at least
That is what he said
It was but she had her
Doubts and anyway
That was the least of
Her problems her bleeds
Being three months overdue
And what was a girl to say
Or do what with the parents
Being such religious fools and
That cane over the fireplace
That her granite hard grandfather
Put there as a threat to breakdown
Of order or morality and moon blue
Or no she knew it was either to abort
The babe in some dark room or go.