The Tale of Seven
By Montley
One by one they all had left.
I
The first one slept in her bed.
A man full of happiness, richness; mother's admirer.
Yet, he was an adulterer.
So mother said, "Off with his head."
II
'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again,'
and that was always how mother explained his second father.
Humpty Dumpty was never an egg, but rather a man with which mother felt much disdain.
III
The third one was lazy, and at first gave mother a daisy.
His head went hazy, and mother declared him crazy.
So soon his hands held the daisy.
IV
Barely worth mentioning the fourth.
A silly, wily, little man.
A quick marriage ending in an accidental fire...
His little trousers came alight, to everyone's 'despite,' until there was no more life.
V
The fifth. The favorite. A lily of the Nile.
He awakened mother's soul, yet for only a short while.
His breath was taken away under a stranger's guile.
For the first time, mother was without a smile.
VI
So sad the tale of the sixth. So in love with mother was he.
She wore grief upon her shoulders.
Though he chose to carry her boulders.
Before he knew it, they fell on him, and there was no time to flee.
VII
Seven. Seven. Seven.
The Magical Number.
Completing her vicious cycle.
A whip of her wand, to the tall, oily, slippery man, desperate for marriage, desperate for her.
Before he could touch her, he fell into a blur.
And so Blaise lives in despair, because of mother, a woman so fair.
Who is beyond repair.
A/N: For Globetrotter: Dubai