Poor Jenny, the Runaway lass
She's doing her penance, cutting the grass
community service for her sins
washing cars, cleaning trash bins.

Poor little Jenny, rake in hand,
gathering dead leaves, off public land
She's taken well to showing her green thumb,
Is this an appropriate sentence for being dumb?

She's pushing a mower, to and fro,
She got off easy, even tho...
She caused her hometown too much panic.
Claiming to kidnapped by a Hispanic.

She caused a fuss, a town she rankled!
And escaped the chain from around her ankle.
Her sentence lean, the lesson firm
Your fiance, you are not to spurn!

Let this be a lesson to other brides...
They can run, but they can't hide.
Should you decide to ditch your groom,
You may get to jail, a cell for a room!

Pushing a mower, isn't too tough.
Sitting in jail? Far more than rough..
You'll marry this guy, move to the 'burbs.
You avoided getting kicked to the curb.

It just goes to show, that love is really blind-
and that statue of Justice.....Oh never you mind..
Washing cars and cutting grass
The silly media chasing your 'fanny'...

Wait until you finally marry.
Across the threshold you'll be carried.
And all the adjustments you will make.
Life without mowing and without a rake.....

Best Wishes!!