Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Many More Like Her.”
I wonder about people who have spent a lifetime being negative…are they ever happy?