The Wordle
THE SUNDAY WHIRL
asks us to use all the words in the Wordle
MOTIVE FOR MURDER!
I'm the older of two sisters,; my name, I fear, is Maude.
My features in the mirror, are pallid, plain and broad.
My little sister, Rosalie, is pretty as can be,
And ever since that girl was born I've suffered jealousy.
Our story is the age-old one; envy has turned to hate.
And even more so since Benedict has asked her for a date.
She's crushed my dream. The scattered shards of what was once my heart
Are racking me with bitterness and tearing me apart.
Look there! I see them whispering! My instinct is to pry.
I'm ashen-faced and sorrowful and I'm sure she guesses why.
She has a knack of hurting me! Look at that mocking smile!
Though scalding tears run down my cheeks, giving-in is not my style.
I feel the urge to destroy them both. So how much will it take
To go out to his motor-car and disengage the brake?
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MAD KANE
gave us the first line of this limerick
A man with a very full plate,
Was so hungry he just couldn't wait!
He tossed off the lot
But the food was so hot
He simply could not masticate!
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