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…