"She speaks poinards and every word stabs"*
Much Ado About Nothing
Shakespeare*
Her voice, a silken cord,
wrapped around your neck
Her intent, harm,
a slow lingering death
by rememberance
of her disdain....
By the point of her tongue
You are lanced, again
and again.
You would not think her
an asassin....
of the highest decree,
as she sits prim and proper,
taking tea.
But stray from the narrow
path she sets..
and slow scandulous death
will beset you.
Make no mistake...
She is out to get you.
Her tongue a poinard,
Her mind, a machination,
camouflaged with coy,
polite inclination.
Her body, allurement to
ambuscade.
And then the death of
a thousand cuts begins.
Be you male, female
or mixed gender
she does not discriminate
the sharp tongued assassin
lives to win...
To cut you down, slice by
slice, by slice..
That is Madame Gossip's
much loved vice.
as part of Frank's wonderful challenge...
i took this line from Shakespeares Much Ado..
(i have been preparing text for summer residential schools)...and applied it's eloquence to the queen bee
problem my niece is having
whereby shechas been targeted for obe of those whispering cyber bully campaigns by her local queen bee....fortunately
she andxhercgroup of friends are smart enough to not become victims.
but it made me think on words as weapons...and thus
this offering....
