The Women in my life

A fickle being full of woe,
reeking of melancholy from head to toe.
Revelling in tragedy,
she cavorted to the song of fallacy.

A “smurf” in sheep’s clothing,
put lifes reality up for loathing.
There she stood, at an arms distance from mortality,
branding all “despicable” in the name of myopia.

And then there was she,
who worked night and day.
Applying her every skill to ‘earn’ the title of a "housewife" someday.

But the one who topped them all,
was the nymph who idled away,
hoping for that perfect life
and pining for the consort,
to complete her ensemble.