Not Even Crocodile Tears!

 

Mrs. Crimson was a cripple.

A cryptic cross-patch that she was.

Rich as Croesus, cut-throat craft,

Had no cronies, just her crofts!

Cross was Crimson that day too.

Cranky, grumpy was she too.

The croup she had made her croak,

She craved crouton crumbs in cream.

Creeping, crawling, Caroline came,

With creamy cruller-crust in cream.

Crotchety Crimson went all crimson!

She craved crouton crumbs in cream!

Critical was the time as crucial;

With her crutch did Crimson crash.

Caroline cringed, the crone did crow.

The crook fell on the crampon there!

‘Oh my Christ!’, she cried and died!

Caroline couldn't act that well,

Even croc-tears refused to flow,

For Caroline wasn't grieved at all.

Crouton crusts creamed her mind,

The crunchy crusts she could crunch!

And Mr. Crimson, oh so lovey!

Crimson’s husband, Mr. Crimson

Only cried a cry of glee.

For he did crave to have Caroline,

His childhood crush from the crib!

And so did Christ become Crimson!

Note:

This poem is based on an imaginary story of a rich wicked lady who dies accidentally while trying to beat up her maid for bringing in the wrong food by mistake. The lady suffers from a croup which inhibits clear speech as a result of which the maid makes this mistake. 

In this poem I have tried to illustrate how unfeeling one can make the people around by treating them ruthlessly. For instance, Caroline, the maid in this poem finds that she cannot even pretend that she is grieved by the death of her mistress. Such distress had the mistress caused her when she had lived that Caroline is actually relieved when she is killed. 

Furthermore, even Mr. Crimson, though obviously faithful when his wife was alive, was so overjoyed that he even cries for joy! Even though he had loved Caroline from his very childhood, this meek little man had not had the courage. This is intended to be a comedy whereby at the end Miss. Christ becomes Mrs. Crimson as Mr. Crimson takes her in marriage.