Call Her Charlotte

charlotte
lives a stone’s throw away
from the gazebo
out back

she keeps to herself
most of the time
benevolent gal
well bred
a good neighbor

shy and retiring
garden protectress
defender of bullies

venus crossed her
only once
that was enough

trapped bugs flew
in all directions
a sight to behold

pandora’s exodus paled
to the consequences
of charlotte’s wrath

she hates stereotyping
and goes by charlotte
her middle name

make no mistake about it
shrinking violet
is no pushover

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  1. Watch out Keats!

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