Prissy
There was a prissy missy
with morals, oh so silly
who tripped upon a lily
and fell into a pond.
Not wishing to be spotted,
looking wet and horrid
she never screamed or hollered
for help to come along.
So there, the prissy missy
bedraggled and distressed
did die beneath the water
in her fine new dress.
And as the mere did take her
she'd solace in the thought
that not a soul did see
her bedraggled and distraught.
The moral of this tale
is sad but very true
that if you're a prissy missy
no one will notice you.
poem by Ruth Walters
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