55. Mary is Contrary

Agitated,

Your eyes closed

You mumble

Your daily litany 

Of names.

At Mary, 

I interject—

“Mary, Mary

Quite contrary?”

Without missing

A beat, 

Or opening 

Your eyes,

You reply—

“Yes.

With cockle shells

And silver bells.

Mary, Mary

That’s contrary

Please.”

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