Alistair waltz in the maid's headquarters
Two weeks after his wedding.
I dared not to look at him
I may just behead him.
He spoke of a annual
Spring ball
And the arrangements we should make.
And the chef is baking
His finest cake.
The head maid
Janet.
Began shouting out orders
She told me that I
Should move the chairs
Down to the foyer.
Priscilla dearest then said,
"She can't do that! Remember
She's pregnant. She might strain
Her back."
I heard Alistair gasp
But I dare not look at him
For I may just take a knife
And behead him.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
