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.
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.