My Belle is Swell
My belle
Is swell
And swells
My belle ....
Deceived
And peeved
At trick
She weaved ....
I would
I could
Stop
Motherhood ....
For now
I vow
And wed
The cow ....
In hell
We'll dwell
"I do"
Foretell ....
I cannot quell
That tolling knell
The hammer on
The wedding bell.
An acquaintance remarried at 65. At 66 she dropped a baby girl in his lap saying this is your daughter. 30 years on the daughter announced that she is going to America to meet her real father. I told him to change his will and sue for the deception of the last 30 years.