Lisa Was Mad Poem by Randy McClave

Lisa was mad and very livid
Her actions and motives were very vivid,
She was so angry that she wanted to beat some ass
And she didn't care if it was that of a lad or a lass.
So when I saw her coming I got out of her way
Then of course on my knees for some poor soul I did pray.
In her heart there is love, but also stupidity
She doesn't care for wants or cupidity,
Anger and a rebellion you will find hidden in Lisa
Sadly you will never find the mercy, of a Mother Teresa.
If you are looking for forgiveness best look somewhere else
But, first hide your shoes and boots and all your belts.

Lisa just wants to be loved by just one man
That is her only belief, and her own life’s plan,
Someone to take care of her, and for her to take care of him
But, of course that is my summation and just a prelim.
To give her joy and happiness will make a life worth living
But to do the opposite, in your life you will be the one grieving.
She is a caring and loving woman, which is true
The hope of being a mother, and a wife is her life’s main venue,
But, when you press upon her with your attitude and your might
That gentle woman is ready to throw down and fight.
Do good unto her, and her feelings you better never shun
But, if you do, you had better put on your shoes and run.

Beautiful Lisa though she was born a true blond
But, a meanness and an evil in her has been spawned,
Though either by GOD, or by her parents her soul was misread
That Lassie should not have been born blond, but instead a redhead.
To do her right you would find the love of your life
She would be that one woman, to take home to be your wife.
But, to do her wrong, you might end up in the hospital or even jail
Then instead of having breakfast, she would be waiting for the bail,
Maybe she is feeling lonely and unappreciated and just very sad
Because, last night Lisa was livid and was so very mad.
Never do her wrong no matter how lightly that you might rub
If you err against her, she will come after you, like a demon with a club.

Randy L. McClave