She is brushing her strawberry blonde hair
She fusses with it all the time
It drives me mad, I truly declare
It’s a good job she is a true love of mine
The mirror’s no stranger to her face
She’s gazing in it all the time
I sometimes wish her I could replace
But she has her hooks in me, this true love of mine
The bathroom door is locked again
She’s used all the water yet one more time
I’m angry and bored of this refrain
Damn her she is the true love of mine
She’s left all the bath towels strewn on the floor
My wardrobe is full of her clothes, not mine
For one pair of my shoes, she owns four more
She’s addicted to fashion, this true love of mine
I sheared off her hair in the midst of the night
A revenge I dreamed on all the time
Sorry to say, she looks such a fright
But she’ll always be the true love of mine.
Tonight, Mish is our friendly barkeep at the dVerse pub and has asked us to write something like a song, or a singable.
Recently I found myself listening to some Simon & Garfunkel – I had forgotten how much I loved their version of Scarborough Fair – and also how it reminded me of my mum singing lots of different folk songs around the house when I was growing up. This is a tongue in cheek version (in case you hadn’t worked it out!) about a frustrated paramour’s thoughts on his (or her) very vain true love!
Here’s a link to the Simon & Garfunkel version – enjoy!
Do head on over to dVerse to see how others have faired with his fun prompt – or take part yourself, why not?!