Though the evidence wasn’t conclusive,
As far as it’s being abusive,
To fuck her did seem
(And a court would so deem),
At the very least, somewhat intrusive.
Tag: abuse
A lack of propriety
Mister Beasel, the sweatshop proprietor
Cast a long, lecherous eye at her;
Pretty, deaf-mute,
She’d be lovely to root,
Like the other poor girls, only quieter!
Friends and neighbours
Emma-Jean’s moods were wild and erratic;
Shy, scared, angry, horny, ecstatic;
The strange next-door kid
And her brother’s friends did
Such rude things to her, up in the attic!
The cad
It was all lies, deceit, a vile ruse,
To seduce her, bamboozle, confuse…
And the cad had his way…
Though she begged him to stay,
He found some other girl to abuse.
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.