Saturday 14 December 2013
14th December 2013
Sonnet 42
"That thou hast her it is not all our griefe",
She's a nightmare and she'll cost you dearly;
We were her personal shoppers- in -chief
Worshipping at her ...guess that's a nearly.
"...Faithful...O Come All..." on endless loop "...Ye..."
Joyful? It depressed us both about her,
Never about us - it was Me Me Me:
And yet our loyalty was still due her.
Spreading her wealth was adding to our gain,
We're not to blame - she never noticed loss -
Neither did he til he used us twain
Accused to beat her with a courtroom cross.
Sisters in the dock, defending as one;
It's rich sending two cupcakes down alone.
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