The Gold-Digger Of Wandsworth Poem by Kuda Bondamakara

There once was, in the village of Wandsworth;
A gold digger of illusory worth
Whose honeyed words dug the heart of the earth
Penetrating deeper to bare the hidden wealth.

Her eye roved looking for someone of worth;
Anyone to deceive with well learned couth.
But she was never one to get satisfied with wealth;
Sweeping clean the vulnerable villains of Wandsworth!

On surface she pondered only for the heart;
Caring and charming with coveted stealth.
Yet unable to conceal the deep-seated mirth;
That sprung on the sight of the wallet beneath.

For the gold that lie hidden underneath;
She'd recite scripture to make one bequeath;
'Lay not up for yourself treasures on earth,
Where it's corrupted by vermin and moth'
Froth and drool dripping from the mouth.

But when it gave no more gold, the earth;
She hastened to lay a farewell wreath;
Just in time to escape the impending wrath
That left the heart haemorrhaging to death