the secret

 Chagall

the secret

it was all over the papers
the national news
who would have thought 
it might have been her…
it caused quite a stir…

why did she do it
said he
butter wouldn’t melt
said she

would not hurt a fly
never say die
kept a clean house
but never a spouse
don’t understand why…

how could she do it
said she
kindness itself
said he

all a great front
to pull off such a stunt
a lady of leisure
who gave us such pleasure
ne’er asked wherefores or why…

how did she do it
said she
it might have been me
cried he

she baked him a cake 
with chocolate on top 
sweet sherry to drink
their glasses would clink
they knew to make merry…

where did she do it
said she
right by the lake
said he

rustling reeds 
summer breeze
would he go on his knee?

if he’d not ask 
then death by chocolate be…

when did she do it
questioned he
right there and then
did answer she

when he fell over
the would-not-be lover
slept his last sleep
in meadow’s green grass
where no one would pass
and
curled up in his arms
he succumbed to her charms
they slept close as lovers
and no one discovered
no sound of alarm…

why did she do it
said he
her pure heart was broken
said she

it was all over the papers
the national news
who would have thought
it was her
and it caused quite a stir…