Martha Had Used a Megaphone
With a patience running out
Martha is ready to shout.
“Just what is this all about
And who had you meant a lout?”
Martha’s planned building of guilt
In one who wants her to wilt.
Martha knows where matter tilts
And can clearly feel its stilts.
Martha: one to make amends,
However, the matter bends.
There are things you just don’t start,
For trying would break a heart.
Ann had remained white with shock
That Martha did lips unlock
On a thing of trust made known;
To be not neared megaphone…
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