Arabella Fortunella Poem by ktarcus ...

Arabella Fortunella



Arabella fortunella was an artiste of some renown
having played the finest theatres,
usually without her gown
But the years had not been kind to her
her body shape was gone
she lost a lot of real good parts
even though we know it's wrong.

One day while travelling to her latest gig
she espy ed a young boy crying over a twig
How come,
she asked,
are you not at school?
The boy just laughed,
said, 'you some kind of fool? '
Every body knows today,
is the last one we got,
cause the Lord he is tired,
us humans lost the plot,
Gave us twenty eight days,
no more and no less,
Arabella went back home to put on her dress.

Standing on stage in her nightly attire
gazing up towards heaven her voice raising higher
these words she did say, more like shout at gods face,
Who do you think you are, blaming the whole human race.

We who were put here without reservation to strive and to suffer for you're delectation with just the faintest of promise of a new kingdom/nation,
as yet unfulfilled for most.
Expected to bow and to sing and to cower most days of the week someday's every hour to a rabble of angels who can't even shower,
father son and holy ghost!

Take of your world and burn it in hell if you build of another be sure that you tell the resident incumbents their rights as you please to force at any time their race to their knees.
Oh while we're about it, the matinees due so I'm off to entertain don't know about you.

With that god took his leave decided desist
if this is the strength of their feeling, resist.
Allow another chance see what criteria they meet
In the meantime some popcorn and take of a seat.

Arabella fortunella had no time for gods
she was too busy working to even the odds.

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