Sunday, January 17, 2021

Please

Her heartbeat is her goodness knocking,
Her whisper’s the softest summer breeze,
There is nothing in which she is lacking,
Her curtsy is made with ease.
She’s landed financial backing,
In her basement she makes cheese,
She hates impoliteness and fracking,
Her worst moment ever said “Please.”

R. Melnick,
9-2-2020.

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