ballad.

mrs. adelaide wore a flowered cream dress
her feet pale and bare
a modest woman 67 years of age
found in her cottage, hardly elsewhere

a grand machine of ivory bone dressed in black wood
announces melodies to the world
thick walls and a cold autumn floor trap the music in
one night, she pushed the keys and a story unfurled

the song she composed depicted the romance of a young king
king frederick, the freckled
the servant annabelle was his part-time lover
their love was hidden and mufflled

a starry night the two snuck into the farmer's barn
they crossed fred's 20 acre lawn
climbed a metal staircase to a haystack bed on the second level
and made precious love until dawn

king fred's wife giselle knew what had been going on
however, she did not fight
the next time her husband left with annabelle
she would set the barn alight

giselle's plan worked so very much to her liking
in tragic agony, the two lovers died
after that night, giselle was sent to jail by the farmer
she was sentenced to drink a cup of sulfide

the songs of mrs. adelaide usually end quite sadly
those who listen tend to ask why
from experience, i can tell them all with strong confidence
mrs. adelaide dreads that death is nearby

villanelle.

an old man can surely stand
upon a wooden stool
while he paints his door by hand

"get down!" his sisters command
and he calls each one a fool
an old man can surely stand

he asks his wife for peaches, canned
instead, she hands him a bowl of gruel
while he paints his door by hand

"dear wife, you are so grand
but i need food better than that to refuel."
an old man can surely stand

she replies, "dear husband, we must disband
for you are a man so cruel."
while he paints his door by hand

alone in a life soon to be bland
he steps off his wooden stool
an old man can surely stand
while he paints his door by hand

Medicine Ball

"Medicine Ball" by Rogue Wave

I've had two sins and I'm hotter than him
and I don't know what it teaches
That's the moment of my weakness
I have had enough of your sermonized speeches
Where's the food that I wanted?

Out on the evening, six months ahead, sky I found deepness
Medicine ball

The Traffic's mucked, shares its spiritual secrets
come on the market I have english
and be ought no good to rend us on the beaches
stomp the juice out of its sweetness

Out on the evening, six months ahead, sky I found deepness
Medicine ball

Bridge: ...

Medicine ball
Medicine Ball

Companion Poem:

I found you in dark woods
When we were simply sleeping
Deserted all my childish feelings
And after waking to another broken ceiling
I had to ask myself to peel it

Joust with the fractures of thoughts ahead, life is an actor
Wincing in fall

Laughter rots in the cave of your head
Relieve your sorrows, understand them
In the past, we've eaten vouchers of the law
Completed under seven calls

Joust with the fractures of thoughts ahead, life is an actor
Wincing in fall