Sunday, March 22, 2009

Beware, Beware of Tanesha Fay.

Tanesha Fay

A match was struck one Autumn Day
by sweet, innocent Tanesha Fay
Her neighbors were packed and gone away
The beach would be their place to play.

She had one day to do the deed,
to right a wrong by Edward Steed,
the price to pay would be her creed
because of his unending greed.

Her stand, his stand sat opposite the street,
and sold pop, candy, trinkets and treats
competing businesses, a jealous mind,
can make a person’s morals blind.

On Tuesday last Edward’s chance was seen,
an opportunity taken - Oh so mean!
To strike and steal her purse away,’
while her stand was empty - poor Tanesha Fay.

Tanesha cried, “Oh Edward Steed!
You’ll pay, You’ll pay, for your greed.
A wrong was done, no mercy to give
My revenge is sure, as long as you live.”

And so it was, a home was burned.
A lesson I beg you all to learn,
All men should hear these words I say
Beware, Beware of Tanesha Fay!

(Thanks Alex A. for the picture. The poem is the result of Sacrament Meeting, A boring talk, several crying children, a pen and paper left unattended, and a desperate mind needing something to do. Mr. W)


  1. To respond to this blog entry.....
    I turn the podium over to Shakespeare:
    "Beware the Ides of March".....
    And to William Congreve (from a line in the play The Mourning Bride)
    "Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned."

  2. And to think that many simply sleep during Sacrament Metting......