Holy Givenore

Her name was Holy Givemore

She lived by the seashore. 

She had a way with words

that made us feel like turds.

 

She had a left eye

That stared off the right eye

Catching us all

Off guard. 

 

She said "I promise you this

I'll be your nemesis."

And we found out 

After that.

 

Why it's always best 

to lay to rest 

the thing you can't find.

No nevermind.

 

◄ Why not cry, Wolf?

Ambition ►

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Paul Sayer

Wed 9th Dec 2020 23:28

Gone for so long, then you give us poetry such as this, ensuring the wait is always worth the sterility.

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John Marks

Wed 9th Dec 2020 22:52

this,,,nemesis! Chimes in my mind.

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