The Old Woman That Lived In A Shoe
Are you okay? They all would say.
Yes, I’m fine, I would incline.
But I’m not okay, and I’m not fine
And so it goes, the nursery rhyme:
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe
Her children were plenty, but her lovers were few.
Her husband had left her alone with the kin
To go out and find a new lover again.
You see, he left her so oft that she didn’t care
There was no more heartache when he wasn’t there.
She knew he loved her, and he to she
He just didn’t know it; he just didn’t see.
At first it was awful, the pain would just last
But soon she was able to get over it fast.
She knew that this man loved her and their kin
Because he always came back; again and again.
No matter how oft he did then forget,
He always came back, so filled with regret.
Till one day he realized, that it was she
He loved so incredibly, whole heartedly.
Twas that day he said, to the mother of kin,
“I’ll love you forever, my heart you did win.”
So it was not only the woman in the shoe,
But her husband and kin, all 22.