Laconic Jenny

(With apologies to Mr. Hubert Church).

The bloom had run its course and burst,
And, robbed of every penny,
Where others cried and raved and cursed,
"H-ll!" said Laconic Jenny.

The lover, who, when times were good,
Had wooded her, namely Bennie,
Now left her standing where she stood,
"H-ll!" said Laconic Jenny.

And as she went to church to win
The comfort promised many,
She slipped upon an orange skin.
"H-ll!" said Laconic Jenny.

They laid her on a stretcher, slow.
A priest from old Kilkenny
Then asked her where she wished to go,
"H-ll!" said Laconic Jenny.

S.E.