she'd oft stab her
so called friends in the back
they knew not of such a
malevolent form of attack
face to face she'd
be so pleasantly affable
yet when they'd present a
spine she'd turn unamiable
pity they who entrusted
their inner secrets to her ear
around social circles she'd
spill all that she did hear
her knife was ever
primed for blade action
and she never thought of its
ill considered impaction
we've all known
a lady of this ilk
one who'd skewer
our blouse's silk
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
she'd oft stab her
so called friends in the back
they knew not of such a
malevolent form of attack
face to face she'd
be so pleasantly affable
yet when they'd present a
spine she'd turn unamiable
pity they who entrusted
their inner secrets to her ear
around social circles she'd
spill all that she did hear
her knife was ever
primed for blade action
and she never thought of its
ill considered impaction
we've all known
a lady of this ilk
one who'd skewer
our blouse's silk
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