Tawddgyrch Cadwynog: The Story of Me

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left out, cast off

never let in

by friend and kin

misunderstood

never take off

never begin

never will win

she never could

~Cie~

Much Ado About A Whole Lot of No-One

 



Much Ado About A Whole Lot of No-One

 

I shall become an illeist

As I write this bit of fizzle

It may seem a thing of great conceit

When one drones on about oneself like drizzle

 

The Cheese is not an android

She often makes herself a fool

She's at the intersection between too closed and too open

Her defensive posture leads to ridicule

 

The Cheese is kind of ghetto

She has skin as pale as zinc

Some say a body like a draftsack

Most men from her would shrink

 

In her younger days, she liked to make mischief

But she had a heart of gold

Now her heart is hard as brick

Her once loving spirit is cold

 

It sometimes seems she might strangle

In the tangled web her psyche weaves

It might seem she doesn't know how to give love

In truth, she doesn't know how to receive

 

So now you know a little bit about Cheesy

And this might not seem to be very nice

But there might be a lesson for you to heed

In knowing folk with unlucky rolls on life's dice

 

Cie AKA Cheesy