Mz. Maisies

Poor Mz. Maisies
Pushing up daisies
Residing in a flowerbed
Bullet lodged in her head
A husband rather fickle
Brain ever in a pickle
One night shot her dead
Bemused as she bled
Rolled snug as a bug
In a posh Persian rug
A fool of a man always sot
Loved and never forgot
Ghostly Mz. Maisies
Always had the crazies
Bent on leveling a score
He too blitzed for what's in store
Devote plan to levy dues
Awash in wicked booze
Distilled whiskey rye
Endless flasks never run dry
Till one night in a hazy state
He finally met fitting fate
Tripped in niche fresh dug
Snug as a bug in turf rug
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Absolutely brilliant verse bestie ??
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thank you Simon
Very funny x
thank you Gerard
wonderful poem
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Such an exceptional write!
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Ha...thoroughly enjoyed...i.love the thought of justice, even after death. Black Karma...??
thank you Marion