Myrtle

Myrtle

Myrtle lived a simple life,
Away from folk and town.
A doting mother, doting wife,
She never let 'em down.
A saint, a nurse, a voice for change.
Mother of the mountain range.

If someone was in need of aide,
She did not hesitate.
But that's the error Myrtle made,
As death was often great.
Her kin refused to watch her die,
They left, poor Myrtle out to dry.

Myrtle bought the funny farm,
She said it was a steal.
She said they took her by the arm.
And there they made a deal.
Watch out for the business men,
The ones clad in all white.
They will slither like a snake and then,
They'll charge you with a bite.

When the years passed on and time,
Forgot about our girl.
And all the cheers from in her prime,
Were long gone in a whirl.
After being left behind,
Poor Myrtle slowly lost her mind.

When they came to take her down,
From off the mountain top.
They marched her through the town,
The folks and local cops.
It was at this time the handshake occurred,
Or so I heard.

Myrtle bought the funny farm,
She said it was a steal.
She said they took her by the arm.
And there they made a deal.
Watch out for the business men,
The ones clad in all white.
They will slither like a snake and then,
They'll charge you with a bite.