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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Gossip Mill (05/08/14)

TITLE: I still love her
By Francie Snell
05/12/14


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Susan called me just the other day,
and with concern, asked if I'm okay.
She just spoke to Ann, who by the way,
said I was in the hospital.

Why would Ann say something so untrue?
Did she pull that from out of the blue?
I wonder if she really even has a clue.
If only she would do her research.

Of whom she speaks, that is not me.
I am here at home, as one can see.
My sister is sick, yes, it is she.
There has definitely been a mix-up.

It is not I who lie in bed.
I know how Ann got that in her head.
I wish she had asked me first instead.
All she had to do is call me.

Susan said Ann said Mike said this,
but the story Ann heard had gone amiss,
like truth being lost in a great abyss,
in a mind full of conjured up stories.

Now I know that Mike was told the facts,
and knows how Ann loves to play her acts,
that she knows about this and a bit about that,
then makes up the rest to fit her.

Yet he told her some news, just the same,
knowing her mouth she does not tame,
and her credence has proven to be quite a shame.
I hope heíll learn to be more careful.

Sue and I laughed at Annís curious ways,
which challenge our patience and make for long days.
Poor Ann, I think she lives in such a haze.
Still, we really do love her.

I know Annís intentions are sincerely good,
and that she had merely misunderstood,
factual thinking, just not in her mood.
I wish she would learn to ask questions.

I hoped her words had not much spread,
with friends worrying about me sick in bed.
It was all just in her pretty little head.
Maybe someone will send me flowers.

Perhaps I should ask Ann about my life;
about its joys, its sorrows, and its strife,
and why I chose to be a wife
to Christ, who knows me better.

Sometimes I wonder what will be next,
and wish that Ann would just learn to text
because all of this could make anyone vexed.
What the hey, come what may, I still love her.


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Brenda Shipman05/15/14
Hahaha! This was frolicking fun to read - every line a delight. We all have our "Ann"s!
CD Swanson 05/17/14
Great job with this!
Hhahahaha!

Fun, and entertaining.

God bless~