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Not very epic
Penelope pauses in her unpicking and thinks what the fuck
Penelope pauses and pictures Oddie and wonders as to luck
Penelope remembers how he always preferred his mates
Penelope puts down her fibre, and grabs a fist of dates
Penelope recalls and recoils at the portrait of that absent groom
Penelope thinks she prefers the silence, and her loomy room
Penelope calls to the Moirai to finally cut the thread
Penelope sighs and yawns, and goes to comfy bed
Penelope pats Argos, who has jumped up for a pat
Penelope sleeps. That’s her story. Just a this then that.
Mikaela Castledine #166 ‘Rumpelstiltskin’ inspired this one. That and having the first name Penelope.
