Miss Frail Lonely Poem by Tapiwa Matsika

From the path of dust and dirt came he
From the Pseudo-Olympus curved in Marble
She grew up being a royal busy bee
And he always searched for fortune from the rabble
She was what he once saw under a daydream tree
He went and asked her out with no fear of trouble
And He, he was just too Poor so she denied

Now she walks hand in hand with Mr Spoiled
Who still runs to Mama when he has spoiled
He has everything she desires
So she gives him everything he requires
Until One day Mom came to clean up
'She is no wife material, she is rubbish dump'
And so from the house she was forever denied

Lucky Mrs Frail was never alone for long
For from the farm came the Woodcutter, s son
He was tall, funny and physically strong
She accepted his date to be just and even
For she sympathized with his style and denying felt wrong
His smile was yellow and his skin scourged by the sun
He was too shabby but she kept their thing going on
Until one day he brought a rusty ring and she was done
She told him she needed space and she had to be alone
She was blood, bone and human yes she was

That's why she fell again for Mr Wise
A man of stolen proverbs and beautiful lies
He promised flowers from the ocean floor and butterflies
He told her she was the only and their loved triggered his cries
He always longed for her day and night and yes in his cries
The walls told her there were not bees on him but mere flies
He is just fake and handsome in whatever action he tries

Along came Mr Married and he said he was married
He said his wife was an idiot and his family good as buried
He told her she was way better than his idiot wife
He always wished he had met her earlier in his life
She felt special and had to make things right
For once in her life the future seemed more bright
Her search for love was over in a flash
Until the day he gave her a violent brush
He spat on her face and shouted 'IDIOT '
How could I leave my wife for you turd dot

Here sits Mrs Frail Lonely in her lonely chair
She was strong so she never cried 'life ain't fair '
She was an independent woman and needed no man
They are all dogs and would again reboot her pain
We all wonder why she kept saying she was strong
We wanted to just see if she wasn't wrong

Until the day we saw Mr Demolition
He was whistling and he had a club made from iron
He put it down and took her hand
'Lady can I mend your heart I see a bend'