There once were triplets named Faith, Hope and Charity

There once was a triplet named Faith
Who believed not in angel or wraith.
            “For as long as I live
            I’ll have free love to give.
‘Cause in death, I’ll have no one to layth.”

There once was a triplet named Hope

Who has found dead, hanging from a rope.
            “I’ve enjoyed laying men
            More than just now and then.
With the lonely mornings, I cannot cope.”

There once was a triplet named Charity

Who felt that true love was a rarity.
            So, she layed whom she could.
            “Some were bad.  Some were good.
Which sums up my life with such clarity.”