Thursday, 27 July 2017

Truely Julie

Julie does curse with a verse
And while this might be terse
She still slags off being in a herse.

She wishes some relatives to be dead,
Proclaiming them to be 'off their head',
But she struggles now with what she said.

She wants to make humble amends
As she now has few friends -
Influencing these trends.

She likes to have a drink
Where she does irrationally think
To the brink of a stink.

She doesn't think before speaking,
And thus is unpopular in relating
What everyone is suspecting.

She can slag you off with a scoff
And doesn't hold respectfully aloft
Being soft as she is like a boss.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/07/2017

A poem about my mates sister, Julie, who keeps falling out with her kin and friends.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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