It was Christmas eve and he was plastered
with convivial beverages
as they made their way to hear her pastor.
She saw the looks, felt the nudges
aghast her face blushed as this disaster
gave congregational judges
gossip enough to condemn their sister.
Not one will ask why she touches
draws down her hat, feels her bruise grows vaster.
It struck her then, that her beloved master
held over his annual grudges
then festively pissed, he’d tenderise her.
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