Double Take

She boasts of the one
But sleeps with the other
The reasons for which
Are not hard to dicover

Love, passion or lust
Whatever we call it
Always enthralls
Though time will soon stall it

But the lure of the money
Ah! glittering gold
Is too strong for the lady
She will not lose hold

She'll hang on by her fingers
Tho' passion be dead
And sqeeze out his fortune
With a nod of her head

So be careful my friends
Lest you find that you share
Such a woman, such a lady
Or is she that rare?