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A banquet well laid
For welcoming the lost sheep
On return everyone was
Pretended happy
The king and his daughter
Both were a victim
On the table was served
Lovely dishes of poisoned ivy
Daily a celebration took
Slowly the ivy worked
On choking the daughter first
She whispered sigh of relief
And then a tombstone was prepared
Where they threw the daughterÂ
In early dingy well dug abbey
<Deleted User> (24803)
Sat 18th Jul 2020 05:08
thank you Shifa for reading and appreciating the poem.
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<Deleted User> (24803)
Sat 18th Jul 2020 07:12
thank you Po.