Edna makes angels look like sadists,
Demonstrating such spiritual care,
No saint was ever so devoted
And heaven now sings her praises there.
Soft tender immaculate words she writes
Weaves gentleness within each soft line,
Eeee by gum you know what I mean,
Ecstatically repeating, divine.
True to tradition she always stands,
Love's lullaby is now in her words,
Overwhelming my soul, none compare,
Verily noting the smell of turds,
Each time I read her poetic words







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