Gypsy woman how you mesmerized me.
Lured me away from home and friends.
Captured my soul. Stole my heart
And isolated me with your magic.
When you tired of me.
Tried to have me murdered
By your new next fool
Who only wounded me.
You underestimated
My payback capabilities,
Did some magic on you.
Misfortune followed
When you and your fool
Were sent to prison.
And you died there
Ironically by a gypsy woman
For offending her gypsy heritage
By pretending to be a gypsy.
Bob Boyd