Woe Be Dread

Woe Be Dread

Where are my jars of moon and stars?
To love thy self, upon the shelf.
Frogs and tails for my eyes
Orange peel for my thighs, oh where is it?
My jar of beauty I want to be a little cutie
Bumble bees ivory, juniper and rosemary
Enhance my thoughts to be pretty
Still can't find it what a pity.
Oh where are you sweet jar of grace?
See, look the lines upon my face.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all
Say its me I'll dust you clean
If you say that I'm the queen
No wrapping paper or silver thread
Can put that crown upon your head
Grace and beauty do not come in
A silly jar or silver tin
Thinking clear and thoughts so true
Can help to find the real you

Copyright ? January 2002 Nicola Jane Biswas