Poetic Pru Poem by Sandra Martyres

There was a young lady named Pru
Who wrote lots of cheeky poetry too
Her writing made hubby so afraid
That he ran away with the maid
But Pru wasn’t one to sit back and rue
She just bid him goodbye & away she flew

Now she chirps around in a new town
Sporting a smile with no hint of a frown
She very proudly introduces herself
As Poetic Pru without power or pelf
But her admirers are many they wait
Like drooling puppy dogs at her gate

Then hungrily lap all up her writing
With a charm that is really disarming
On her side she struts around pleased
Sure that as soon as her book is released
There would be many a willing taker
To endorse her publishers faith in her