With a STROKE of her sword, the ‘Gignat’ fell
From grace of migranes and seizure spell!
Swollen right eye, a lawyer’s stress
No more frolicking in her yellow dress
Gone are the days of being on top
I made my list and have not forgot!
Remember sticking your butt in my face?
I’ve sent my messages through time and space.
She had to fall for her mother ‘Glogre’ sins
Grandpa’s knife and complaining kins
Disowned mother was sent far away!
Fake hugs and kisses, angels astray.
Shall I tell the world of your offense?
For sitting on sharpened, wooden fence?
That was a WARNING! Stop bragging on top!
I’m watching closely as a hidden ‘cop’.
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Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…