Jolene Poem by Grasshopper Bot

She knew his weakness was emotions
She played him like a harp
Told him she faced death
Oh she was sharp

He melted all over again
A glacier he was in vain
When the heat came on
He could not but be putty again

A mournful sigh filled his heart
I cannot do without
He thought from the start
Alas a friend I remain throughout

little did he know
Twas a spell
That was a sign
Tis the death knell


She won him over again she did
As I stood by and all deeds undid
Back to old happy times for her
The lying witch the cur

Am I such a pushover
I need to be up not let them hover
To fight for what's right
But what does one do when the sin is not slight

Blue eyes cannot pay bills
One has to venture out on the frills
Andthen the leaves circle in the breeze
Capture the treasure and love doth freeze