Sillie Giggly

By Jan M Smith  May, 2010

Once upon a time in a town that is mine
A beautiful girl was born who fought all the time
Because she felt less than the rest,
She just felt trashy and poor at best.

But as happens so many times with a beautiful girl
After she learned how to bleach and curl
And discovered makeup, and how to tilt her head
Her powers lay in getting a man into her bed.

Now, this worked well if she wanted to get back at a friend
Someone who was smarter, or pretty & doing well on their end
A person she could never be, who had a husband she wanted
She would get back at them through the husband and not be daunted

The only problem with Sillie Giggly was as all liars do
Lies catch up to you and cause you to look like a fool
All over the internet you can find her name
Crying over late house payments, smears on her fame

Sue someone for defaming her for telling the truth?
Go ahead Miss M,  you trollop, IP addresses will be your noose
Dates and times and your account that you used to lie on that site
Will sew you up tighter than Dick's hat band, that's right.

You are pathetic, sad, whiney, all pink and sheer
Your friends know who you are now, a pig, a thief, so queer
Flabby, transparent, holding up a facade
Christlike?  Pentacostal? Oh My God.