I get on with my ex Daughter in law.
Like a house on fire,
I'm continually trying to put her out.



THE WITCHING HOUR

Dear daughter in law, 
I do beseech.
Do all witch's, 
Have pointed teeth? 

Tell me dear why,
Did you get breathalysed.
When you flew of the handle,
Was it part of a witch's trick;
Or was it because some toad.
Had greased the handle,
Of your broomstick.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-17 at 01:17

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Do I sense a discord here? What's the saying? Something like, 'you can choose your friends but not your family'?
Allen
2022-07-18