The Millers Daughter
Behave not like
Some
Miller’s daughter
Filled
With flour,
False hope
And false laughter
Crusty
And bread oven
Scented
Tasty though
Despite those
Storm clouds
Brewing
Just around
The corner
Ah’ yes, I see a
Landscape
In the making
Turn and tilt
Like
Don Quixote
Lift those skirts
And let’s get dirty
But no,
The lady say’s
She just
Bakes bread
And she burns
Candles
Tis what all good millers
Daughters do these days