Avoid the Saintly

Beware the friend who’s holier than thou

The one who thinks you’re a miserable cow

Forever cheerful, bright and breezy

She can’t take grief it makes her queasy

Given news of the old and infirm

She’s there like a shot to show her concern

Then happy that she’s brightened their day

With halo in place she’s on her way

But when you’re crossing a bridge too far

She’s at pains to point out how lucky you are

This is not something you want to know

Now you’re not only sad but guiltily so

Take to your bed, pull the duvet over

Ensure that for now you’re never quite sober

Lock the door, hide your phone in a book

And avoid the saintly by hook or by crook

(c) 2024 Katya Marsh.

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