Unsaid
There once was a lady
confined to her bed.
The other alternatives?
Best left unsaid.
She’d danced with the demons,
the belle of the ball.
Kisqali, Abraxane,
she’d sampled them all.
Enhertu played tango
at least for a while
Til Master Trodelvy
tapped in with a smile.
Exhausted, she holds off
the devil in red;
what he has in mind
is best left unsaid.
No, she’ll take the bridegroom
when he comes to call,
For he sees her beauty
though wasted and small.
And I’ll let him have her
though I’d be remiss
to send her off heavenly
sans one last kiss.
Though I’d like an answer
a voice in my head
says although you can, sir
it’s best left unsaid.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2025
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