It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.”
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Ink hadn’t even set
on the weddin’ invites
b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up
with anything female what had a pulse.
Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’
knocked-up but
what hardly nobody knew
was that kid wasn’t even Jeff’s.
Nope.
Sure wasn’t.
A match made in heaven ;) You never know what the real story is unless it’s yourself, and even then sometimes it’s a mystery. I like the “dialect” you used for it, Susan.
I apologize for this late reading of your poem. I’ve been overwhelmed with work and family stuff. I didn’t see that twist coming! I wonder if they stay together unhappily ever after?
Ergo, the Ogre 
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