The Shrew Poem by JoAnn McGrath
The Shrew
Your better off to just go away
Don't hang around and stay
Be deaf, dumb and blind
Because everything she touches turns too dried vines
So run now while you still have the chance
Don't look back. No second glance
You'll be one of the lucky few
To rid yourself of the Shrew
Doesn't sound like a nice one to be, kinda of scary but a really interesting and good write...Holds ones attention as you think, who is the shrew? ? ? ? marci.xo
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5/3/2024 9:28:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
JoAnn, I have the feeling that you were writing about you. Well my friend I wouldn't class you as a shrew. A lovely lady who has a lot of love and tenderness to give especially to your friends. That is not a shrew. A very interesting write all the same. David