Mary Quite Contrary by Jack Harvey

Mary Quite Contrary

By Jack Harvey

Mary's passion,

contrary to

the popular old poem,

was not a garden, it was

a Harley-Davidson's

hard saddle

under her ass.

Sitting astride it,

riding, riding

nowhere and

the only garden's silver bells

and cockleshells were

tattooed on her arms.

Mother Goose, you should tell it so,

hard and true to the times

and leave the prissy miss

where you found her.