Why you deny us three times, Pete?
You sold us out with vile deceit.
No score and seven years, you cheat!
You made us wait by gnashing teeth.
Fed up nails pierced our hands and feet.
You crowned our minds with thorn-filled beat.
Our ‘ragging’ thought is your defeat.
We sold your soul to hell bound heat.
A poem testifying of eight lines with eight syllables in monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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