Why the hell did you sail away
to leave poor Dido on her pyre?
What temptations have overcome you
I'll never trust you again, you bloody liar.

And so it went that hatred bred
festered, cocooned, metamorphosized, hatched
turned into a raging monarch butterfly
flew half the world to find its home
and died.

you laid your roots down again
in some english speaking country
confusing taxonomists using the old
dichotomous keys, trying to classify you
by your roots, the only ones you had
were highlighted so your hair would look better
producing a daughter somewhere
on a scale of 1 to 10
an 8 or qualitatively,
which is simply being inaccurate quantitatively
residing somewhere between average and beautiful.

you'd never tell given how happy you were
concealing some urban sadness
save a bit more and we could consider
to upgrade to suburban madness

meantime back to your daughter
who had a businessman father
which meant she read more books than some girls her age
otherwise she was perfectly normal

dreaming of pixies and faeries and wands
opulent dances, rollicking balls
never really smiled much though
to the drooping mirror she looked sad

even through the windows of the taxi
the eyeballs of her primary school teacher
oh! how they misunderstood
your thinking look which curled into a frown

interspersed by deep throaty laughter and flashes of embarassed genius.
doola la doola ley. rim drim do dam dey.