She stood by the way
savoring the wind.
She was pretty
yet brown skinned.
Her voice a
meeky screech
and her legs,
fragile sticks each
and there was
some thing odd.
She was sans clothing
stark-naked
Oh God!
Why was she bare
despite her friends
weaving?
We live in a land
of benevolence or so
I was beleiving !?
Fly far away,
Oh my dear MYNAH.
This world is certainly
not your savannah.
2 comments:
hee hee
another good one!
but not as good as earlier ones or the 'pen and paper' one that was in your 3-part story (if i may say).
still was fun!
who is SHE???LOL
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