Parody By the Waterfalls of Ilkley Yorkshire Poems

. . . . and now, to show you how you can change a story completely but keep the metre the same . . . . .

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By Josie Whitehead

By the waterfalls of Ilkley

    My love and I did part.

She’d sworn to me fidelity

    But didn’t give her heart.


She’d promised all her love for me

    Until my dying day -

But, despite these words, my Ruby dear

      Was sadly led astray.


In spring, beneath the cherry trees,

     I met her once again,

But her new love had jilted her

    And left her full of pain.


I looked down at her lovely face:

    Her intentions were quite clear,

And I’m standing by the river now -

     And with my Ruby dear!



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