Mrs Plop

Tossed was the dress that always turned heads

Propped was the note explaining it all

Thudded did the consequences play in her mind

Taking on his name was never really the intention

Clapped when she new it was over and dead

Good riddance to the man who had broke his pledge

This could be the worst thing I’ve ever tried to write

I couldn’t think of anything to say about plop

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