Charity Rose Poem, by Kevin Hulme, at My poetic side

Charity Rose Charity Rose , A Plaque of Hearts where ever she goes,

As pearls of Love flowed out the Pen,

In Bilet-Doux from helpless men,

But she moved on to Victims new,

For dear old Rose is never true.

Now Martin Lee it must be said,

Would seize her hand in being Wed,

Upon his knee all faith declared,

Was ever a Passion ardently bared.

But she moved on to Victims new,

For dear old Rose is never true.

When Simon Wilde would quote the Bard,

All golden verse of Loves regard,

He’d serenade her Noon till Night,

And hope the flames of Lust ignite,

But she moved on to Victims new,

For dear old Rose is never true.

Oh Harry Law that Pious gent,

Would say her Spirit was Heaven-Sent,

The Wife and Home he’d cast-away,

A fevered Lamb now led astray,

But she moved on to Victims new,

For dear old Rose is never true.

To Bachelor Bob no Cupid’s Bow,

For the path of Love Is paved with woe,

But a Loreley’s Wiles are tidal strong,

And a blinkered man had heard her song,

But she moved on to Victims new,

For dear old Rose is never true.

So a word to the wise it must be said,

For the weakest of wills are easily led,

If chanced upon a pair of soft eyes,

A beguiling smile to hypnosis,

She’ll just move on to Victims new;

For dear old Rose is never true.

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