Old Spew

just a little remembrance of the neighbor who has moved to town...

Once upon a time in a place north of town,

A proud old crone wore her superiority crown.

Putting on airs for all to see

and fooling her "friends" with delicious glee.

I loved her once like a devoted sister

And she burst my bubble like a wicked blister.

Curses from across the yard

and rude remarks with her teeth barred.

I marvel at the sh*t she does spew

But I miss her still, this pretentious shrew!

My thoughts of her really need to cease

And I pray to find some kind of peace.


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