The Donna

The florist does deliver upon the hour-not to leave the women dour, last-minute coddling, a sycophant in fact. A Christmas turkey was spent with the in-laws; an act of bravery to cater for the nieces, nephews, a widower as a cousin but a miraculous occasion that it is without much persuasion, his immaculate conception we sanctimoniously celebrate. The table laid to mark his grandiose day, perhaps also a miraculous milestone for the much praised ‘donna.’ She’ll devotedly serve them in full spirit and humour, but the angels do deceive for his holiness one should infact grieve, but not to ensue deity as well as on the restless chicks who race and chase around the tree with alacrity, zest in God’s sacred grasp. They have been angelic all year therefore they need not fear. As for the far from ‘prima donna,’ just the gift of goodwill, they’ll of course go Dutch with the bill. Splendour and much tearful heartfelt praise for her in the household, for the ‘donna’ is willing and the lions may lethargically laze. A loving day for the dove was sighted denoting purity in perhaps the virgin Mary’s blood, with not one guest left unchosen or unkeen. The ‘donna,’ is deemed gracious, virtuous as saint Mary. One could rejoice to stay for her offering a popular choice.