Well, well
I don’t know how you did it
You slipped the poison under my nose
And now I’m under your spell
Well, well
Aren’t you a lucky one?
I’m going to be your doll tonight
Your unbreakable toy
And you won’t hear me complain at all
Oh well
I didn’t want to be touched until you came along
I know men who use charm
I know men with good looks
I know quick witted men who gain satire from books
But you, sir
You rat faced merchant
You old warlock of potions
It was poison you slipped right under my nose
And now I’m under your spell
Well, well
Your poison
You’re poison!
Do I sing your praises or curse your name?
Maybe later
There’s no time for that now
Well, well
I ask of you one thing tonight
Of all the things you will take from me
Before tomorrows sun rises
Of all the things you will take from me
Take my memory too
If I ever see your face again
I don’t want to remember
How you slipped the poison under my nose
And put me under your spell

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 24, 2009 - 12:11
This is really good, Sugarhorse. Just a couple of minor typos:- Line 9 you need 'hear' instead of 'here'. Line 19 you need 'you're not 'your'.
You manage to convey much bitterness with your words, which ties in beautifully with the theme of the poem and its title. Well done;-)
Tina
SugarHorse | November 24, 2009 - 13:29
Thank you for spotting my typing errors, Tina, although I am not completely sure about what you mean on line 19, I thought that one made sense :S
Thank you very much for your comment, Tina, glad you liked :) x
tcook | November 25, 2009 - 16:10
It does! The Your followed by the You're is excellent.