But while I was sitting there
and chewing peacefully away,
a head popped in the room and stared,
“Can you offer me a stay?”
“Hah,” said I, my eyes were flashing
as Sabrina was foul demons bashing
and free trial was nearly over,
yet I mumbled, “Come on over.”
“Just keep silent,” my mind screamed,
as my suitcased guest live-streamed,
tiptoeing between me and the screen,
pausing there, “I hate to intervene.”
No doubt, I’ll have to buy a full-fee month
and lock the house, pull all blinds down,
then post an ad in the local paper,
“She’s fine. Don’t try to save her.”
© Mariya K, 2020
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