The b*tch came back

pretty obvious when you read it

The Jester's game is ON
he is no SON of ANDER,
Nor Mary's C and B,
Sometimes Blood runs thin
When Patrick's
Wandering Minstrel
enters in,
and here comes ANNE
from Shania's home town,
holding court with
Susan, Blake, and a girl
named Laurie,
with an invitation to Me too,
nine lives times three
the b*tch came back,
and he doesn't eat mice,
he gobbles up your poetry.

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their poetry spoke to you so loudly
you thought you would take it home
and claim it as your own.
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righteous indignation

righteous indignation doesn't become you.
blasphemy you say to take the body of Christ
on anything but your tongue,
did you ever stop to think that GREED and ENVY
might be worse than your filthy hands?

Author's Note

Shania Twain's home town is Timmins, Ontario.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Angry and pointed words.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. This is bloody ridiculous really, I hope admin takes notice and checks out the false ids so they will block his IP. I cannot imagine having the audacity to come waltzing in after being shut down by admin. Also, it makes me sad that I can't trust messages coming in from people I don't know right now. Makes a person very untrusting.

[MomzillaNC]

I hope so too. I hope you'll enter the contest, Boiled In Bat Guano. We can at least make sure he's memorably lampooned!

[Lyn Anderson]

You know, I have probably about 20 poems on the slime. I am blown away by his persistence.

[MomzillaNC]

Well, the contest has a requirement: your work must end with him boiled up to his nads in bat guano.