All hail the coming of the fall queen. 

Chilly wind and dead leaves

Herald the arrival of her bitter mood.

She mourns a clutch of rotten eggs

That linger, deep within her womb

Darkness and cold rain adorn her days

Seeking a suitor that never came

And youthful looks had washed away

A wedding dress  all tattered  with mold 

Cling still to withered boobs saggy and…Say

Remember those halcyon days of old?

The sun shone more brightly then I’m told

Gentle winds caressed a face more fair

And hope was something ripe and…

Ah, together we were such a pair.

Alas, those days are gone…

A nest prepared, you among the brambles

And thorny twigs as your throne

All bow down to your icy stare

As rain cascades down your sullen cheeks

Mixed with the tears, of your despair.