My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #100 Her grave is a xenolith of lustrous Marble, disguised by a grassy knoll. The funeral is tempestuous, The vicar a fraudulent troll Spouting his panegyric. He didn’t know her, Never saw the widow’s laces Stained with spiteful traces Of laudanum and breakfast yolk That trickled down her chin. […]
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