Juliet's Mother

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"Calm down," they all say, "take a breather.

These feelings warrant no such fever.

I assure you, soon will it be gone,

For you're too smart to be love's pawn. 

You petty girl, don't sit and fret.

And shame on you, for denying yet,

That love ends only in regret.

You know, you'll soon pray to forget. "


"How come you sit there, weeping and pining?

You're much too old for this awful whining.

Keep your head tied to your shoulder,

And quit acting so bipolar.

Your impulsiveness makes me feel nauseous,

Tell me, girl, that you'll be cautious. 

Guard your heart with a lock and a key,

Encase it with thorns, no one enters but thee.

Stop this now, my foolish sweet-pea,

You're losing hold of reality."


"Where O where, do you reckon, she has run?

I must, I must ask everyone. 

Check over the rooftops, under the hedge.

How could I let her fall over the edge?

Why has my darling abandoned me?

Surely I did nothing to threaten thee. 

Why couldn't you seek love vicariously?

Instead of leaving me alone, so nefariously."


"I swear, the one who has stolen my daughter,

Will be the reason I resort to slaughter. 

I vow, by the hilt of my sword and my gun,

That I will not stop until he is undone. "

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