THIS IS A FANATSY POEM !!!!
In the still of the summer night,
The perfect poetess delighted in
hurting a fellow poetess?
Tis simply immoral and so not right!
This spinner of sonnets, loved by so
many,
Craved attention for herself alone,and
for others~ Not any!
Like the movie "Psycho"' out came her
her vengeful,peacock- colored sharp quill.
Murmuring in anger, " I will do her in~
I will, I will!"
Set herself down then, with a glass of wine.
Long hair' shining in the God's moonlight, saying:
"Nobody dare think thoughts any other than mine!"
God forgive us, then, if we dare attempt to drag
people down!
Her vicious comment completed,that scary
laughter~a mix of both witch, and circus clown.
Poetry soup is not wrestle mania, people!
Not one of us is God, and she was amply
forgiven, indeed by the one she hurt,
Under a summer, starlit, silver steeple!
8/12/2021
10pm PST
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