Whirl a Girl

Isn’t it lovely when love is fair? Haiku in 16 parts.

Image by AnneGoodall from Pixabay

There once was a girl

Named Sally. She met a girl.

We’ll call her Halley.

Sally and Halley

So loved to dally. So much that

Halley left Sally

Back in the alley.

Yet Sally found gay girl whirl,

Where she loved to twirl.

The party was hot.

The fete made a raw tempest

Of yearning and pain.

But Sally? She danced and

Sang at the gay girl whirl. She

Turned grief to gladness,

Or so it seemed. No?

Sally put up a brave front,

Hid her heart broken

From Halley, who came

Later to the gay girl whirl.

Halley saw Sally

In the arms of Cal,

Short for Cally. And she swirled

Sally into a twirl.

Sally savored the

Illusion of liberty.

The sight of Halley