[MMLP]

The clouds part in the distance as the title credits soar.
The writings on the wall before Bart can finish lines up on the board.
Arriving at the dawn of new clear day with Homer asleep.
Nobody sees their lives are more animated than the opening scenes.
But heres poor old little Lisa, slumped on the edge of her bed,
cutting a lonely demeanour while resting her head.
With the compression reflecting her own shortcomings
on the set of an episode that no-one saw coming.
Homer’s punishment for his slip of the tongue,
as she hoped for something she didn’t wish to discuss.
Usually The Simpsons would come together in their humble abode
but when her sniffles begun, she suffered alone.
There was nothing but groening as she lay inside the bed,
curled up in a snowball too, just stayed behind and wept.
Now her way of life’s affected in such a humbling way
and would create a minor threat that she couldn’t escape.
Before this nothing would faze her, she was bettering her life.
With a brother she hated to love who’d never leave her side.
The essence of her mind, witty and eloquent
All set to be a bride and rinsing the benefits.
Fast-thinking, a feminist with a part in management
Quick and intelligent, smart and passionate.
a hardened naturalist who by nature, blossomed.
As sharp and sassy as the sax she’s rocking!
Always laughing comically with those who drew the closest
but all that was gone in the moment the news had broken.
Soon we’d notice what nobody had witnessed.
This gloom, unknowingly had broke her resistance,
soon the focus had shifted and now turning on her dreams.
As her hopes and her wishes then burns to smithereens.
The burden for this teenager, looking scared and unprepared
Returning to the screens with a thin blue line like her mother’s hair.
She couldn’t bear it at first, she renounced the challenge
Completely unaware without the four-sight of Millhouse’s glasses.
Now counter balanced and toting the purse
Out of character but no longer deterred.
It had bottled her personality and all that jazz,
So began following Murphy’s law and start playing the sax.
It was her way to relax, always learning from her mom,
she came to the dance so sturdily and strong.
A maturity beyond her years with nothing to hide.
To journeying across the world with the love of her life.
And as husband and wife they pedalled along,
both looking to rise ahead of the crop.
Together they hopped on the property ladder
but never forgot what honestly mattered.
In a hope to recapture the magic they booked
and dropping a chapter in the labours of love.
On the same page from the jump til the tragedy came round.
Then insanity struck and now shes playing cat and mouse,
surveying the surroundings whilst resting in a trance.
She mistakenly allowed the tension to enhance.
No message for the family in an attempt to disguise it.
Apprehension had amassed with all the effort in trying,
in being extensively silent as the highs were replaced.
As the depth of excitement had declined in a day
Would align in adjacent with the paranoia she built.
So after nine months of labour those joys were fulfilled
one last void to be filled, and be a mother at last.
Is it a boy or a girl was what all of them asked
Sadly it wouldn’t of mattered, with this emotional girl torn,
she finally got the courage to stand and look over her still born…