THE CASANOVA

In every woman's life, it seems,

There appears a Casanova.

He is always on the prowl to deem,

If other women will be his ambrosia.

He's a philanderer, a rake, a gigolo,

One who uses woman-kind for his good.

He is a seducer, a sensualist, a Lothario,

And would use all women, if he could.

I have known a scoundrel, such as he,

But I did not know it for a while.

He lied, cried and philandered,

But, Oh My, did he do it with style!!

I used to love him with all of my heart,

Until he proved that I could not trust

In what he said, or what he did,

For he was filled with such lust.

Lusting for all that appealed to him,

He was a double-dealing fraud.

He was a cad, a sneak, a sensualist,

And I had to give him over to God.

I prayed and prayed that he would change,

But things worsened until I knew,

That I was praying incorrectly,

It was I, that needed tending-to.

So I asked the Lord to change me,

To where I would not care,

And my prayer was totally answered,

There is no more caring there.

So, on with his wanton womanizing,

On with his philandering, too.

Just be on guard, Dear Woman,

For his next victim might be you.

Poetry copyright 1999 by: Tulsabutterfly
All rights reserved.