I met Suzanna by the well
she tried to crack my spine
it was her greed's desire thus
to take me on a ride
down into that same-said well
where water turns to wine
after we had drawn it up
and after we'd imbibed

She had her hair all covered up
beneath a prayer shawl
given to her by her mother
in the early fall
on a year of jubilee
where debts are not at all
forgiven by the old rabbis
who kiss the wailing wall

She was unrelenting
as we passionately kissed
her mother saw us in our throes,
she ran outside and hissed
on an abacus she counted
up to number six
before she reached the seventh bead
Suzanna broke my wrists

Then things all went from bad to worse
she threw me down the well
my sweetheart who was sweet no more
said, "You can go to hell!
Mother's right. All men are ****,
liars, theives, and bums.
You desired not to wed me
yet still ******* plum."

I blushed and remained hushed,
trying hard not to despair
I thought perhaps if I feigned death
those two monsters up there
would not wake up the elders
who would speedily declare
my guilt to everyone in town
and stone me with no care

I shivered in the cold water
it came up to my neck
I prayed that God would forgive Suz
and help me to forget
every instance of her falsehood
and betrayal's debt
a long time certainly would pass
before I loved again

I heard the footsteps of these witches
as they went away
how much time I spent inside the well
I cannot say
I heard Suzanna's voice trail off,
"I got that poor fool's ring.
It'll fetch a hefty price.
We'll sell it in the Spring."

Thin laughter echoed off the walls
of where they thought me dead
I felt only regret inside
for all I did expect
from this girl robber I so loved
in all sincerity
who will sell our engagement ring
next spring in jubilee.