She saw him coming a mile away
Into the abyss; he was not another tryst
Never, once had there been, one able to stay

She, to not kiss a frog; instead, she tongued
They were just kids; ever so young
Long since ago, that song had been sung

Tall fables to falter
She stood @ the alter
Looking the priest in his face

“My….Dear child, mild & meek but wild…
…Your path has not been quite beguiled…
…The depths of hell you had befallen to spiral…”

Dusting her knees & begging him please
She turned her back & ran to flee
“…I am not as awful as you claim me to be…”

She gathered her golden goodies
Stuffing them in deeper than before
Hiding them outta sight, even some more

She never looked back…..