David Lessard


Evelyn Nesbitt...


Evelyn Nesbitt liked the good life,
wasn't cut out to be a good wife;
she drove Stanley to distraction,
and caused Harry to take action.

He put a bullet into Stanley's brain,
became known for his infamous fame;
Evelyn Nesbitt, took life on the wing,
after her scandalous Red Velvet Swing.

Stan, the architect, loved the young girls,
took them out, for high social whirls;
took them to hidden places, for tea,
and took away, their virginity.

Evelyn Nesbitt, wasn't high class,
but men loved her and her fine a..;
why she chose Harry is rather hazy,
for she didn't know that he was crazy.

Evelyn Nesbitt, liked the good life,
it banished her daily worldly strife;
she loved fine food, and lovely fur,
what the heck... can you blame her?

Submitted: Friday, December 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 14, 2013

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