Moorheads

Two ceramic heads looked out
into the room below
of a young girl and her geriatric beau.
Their story is a tale of woe.

The girl and man were involved romantically.
She found out he had a family.
She pulled out some scissors and,
with a quick snip,
let fall the scissors upon his neck.
His head did fall against a tree
and was left as a reminder to you and me
to never mess with a girl if you have a family.

More heads arrive at Noosa Valley Manor and
stay for a few days but the heads of
the young lady and the older gent
gaze down from their perch
telling a story all should know.

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