The Master's away
One some new campaign.
He said: "I'll think of you daily
But My girl must remain.."At first it was easy,
Lots of chores to be done.
And gossiping with sisters
Can be great fun.But chores lose their meaning.
It seems somehow not right
To be airing out furs
That lay empty all night.And the sisters were kind,
Consoling and sweet;
But no help at all
For this girl's slave heat.Keep yourself busy.
Fill every hour.
Sport with another??
A flirtation turns sour.Hide away in the kennel.
Who could fathom such pain?
When the Master's away,
And His girl must remain.
*lefaye
