by Nick Gisburne
Gwenola Bambercronky’s only crime
Is maiming those who mock her middle name.
She tolerates their titters for a time,
But rising bile and spite are tough to tame.
With meaty knuckle sandwiches for all,
A pugilistic banquet for their teeth,
The bitchiest become the first to fall.
She knees them in the nachos, underneath.
She’s never met a creep she couldn’t crush,
Or pummel to a puking pool of paste.
When every bone is broken, in the hush,
She whispers that their mischief was misplaced.
She blames her dad’s first dog - the name was his.
Beware before you ask her what it is.
