No ham

Moonbeam pitches and sun stroke drops

Such silly thoughts…

Mary!

Back to reality!

Bitter Betty belted out…
Back to what?

I thought

Oatmeal cookies and

Rotten eggs…

I’d rather die than

Smoke out your infected hive!

The queen?

Diseased…

Tasting

Betty’s honey?

Truly torture…

Don’t sit on the counter!

Where in the world is Santa?

How dare you say such things!

What Rite have you?
I laughed and stated:

My Lord!

You

Bitter

Witch!

Choose

Grace

Instead…
What is Grace?

Sweet tender honesty

Truth like this

Will reign…
I wrote a letter to

You my teacher…

A story of forgiveness ~

Simple and true,

Full of virtue…
Bitter Betty never

Had ham…

only

Rotten eggs and nastiness

Every

Tuesday in the

Summertime

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