
She was superstitious to a fault
Always throwing her spilled salt
“Wards off penance” is what she thought
As previous generations had taught
“It will keep me safe” she crowed
Believe me, to her it was owed
For the many evil ways she sowed.
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She was superstitious to a fault
Always throwing her spilled salt
“Wards off penance” is what she thought
As previous generations had taught
“It will keep me safe” she crowed
Believe me, to her it was owed
For the many evil ways she sowed.
***
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I doubt that superstition will keep her safe from karma!
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Wonderfully done, all the more so with that poison in the tail of a line at the end, very hood verse, I must say, smooth flow yet dramatic with that little last flourish of the last line..
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A peppery poem!
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I am getting very lazy in my old age. I had to cheat with hyphens.
Sodium-Chloride
NaCl
Goes with pepper
Very well
Lightly-seasoned
Finely-tuned
Do not rub it
In the wound
A pinch of it
For you and me
Much much more
Within the sea
A grown-up spice
(It’s quite adult)
Please take this with
A grain of salt.
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👍🏻♥️
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So many superstitions. and so much wasted salt.
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I do it myself to tease the grandkids☺️
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Ooooo. There’s more to this story! Love it!
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