A Femme Fatale...

With her coquettish smile she woos her mate,

a lure within allure;

her enchanting look becomes the hook,

enticing him for sure.

This femme fatale soon has her way

upon the mating bed;

satisfied, and with the utmost charm,

she bites off his head!

De, at dverse poets, is setting the 44 word quadrille for us today. It must include some form of the word 'enchant'.

Here's the link: Some Enchanting Poetry. 

 

 

Just Desserts...

Mammy taught me not to lie

nor the truth to stretch,

so I always said it wasn't me

but some other little wretch.

A piece of cake went missing

and a pie left on the sill,

it wasn't me I calmly said

proposing it was Bill.

Mammy looked at Bill, then me,

with her head kinked to the side,

not knowing who the guilty was

her time then she did bide.

The truth will always show itself

in one way or another,

Mammy wisely kept her peace

knowing lies would surely bother.

At dinner time we all sat down

before a splendid feast,

my tummy full of cake and pie

rose up just like a beast!

The contents spilled across my lap

as I tried to clear my name,

but Mammy said for me to go,

  a liar, now full of shame...