From my poetry collection ORION.


Merry May is an old town faerie.
She drinks her cherry and eats blackberry.
She thinks it is necessary not to be ordinary.
She visits every February her secretary.

She is so legendary for her dictionary.
She visit the monastery which thinks is sanctuary.
She is  visionary as for her vocabulary.
She is never wary.She smells her rosemary.

One thing she is scary,to get marry.
One husband has she burry.Now prefers her library.
But do marry merry,oh merry Mary.
The towns sweet faerie must always be merry.

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Written on 2021-12-07 at 07:38

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Have written a small dissertation
On merry Mary may I publish it as a poem?