Where is your garden now?
In some scarecrow dream
You let wither the berries of youth
And only now
Will these woody verses suffice
Leaving your hay piles wet
And filled with mice
Oh, Martha
Oh, sweet Martha
That man was no man
He was highfalutin
Long in the tooth
With a lot of recipes and potions
But you saw right through them
And we all bought 'em
Now we all have the scarlet
That harlot is no lady
You left with bravery
Sweet Martha
Dumb Martha
You cascaded all your diplomacy
When it would have served you better
To ride every pageant
Right into a writhing foam
You handled yourself so stately
No one would have guessed
It was you who passed the test
Dumb Martha
Martha, oh, Martha
In walking away from the circus
You left the most beautiful silhouette
A folded up shadow
Deflated and patched with squares
Those squares cut from the very same
You saw through what could be viewed
As concrete plumes and stone balloons
You clever swan dipped in kettle candy
Your whole demeanor, faberge and brandy
You lifted the entire beach as to not get sandy
How utterly supine
You always had too much spine
To be messing with slugs
And dining with swine
May your saddle be padded
And your duck defatted
You stuck a fork in all of it
Standing o
Good show
Martha, Martha, good Martha
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8.4.10
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