dVerse Poets Quadrille


A lively tasty punch, she murmured
Using her finger as a stirrer
“Madge’s Manners” was only a book
Defiantly ignoring their blatant looks
She is the heiress after all
And their minds so very small
All greedy, weary relatives
Hoping for a generous give.




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