Belarus(Natalya Braginsky)[1991]

limerick |ˈlim(ə)rik|
noun
a humorous, frequently bawdy, verse of three long and two short lines rhyming aabba, popularized by Edward Lear.


[There once was a White Dove in the snow....]


Nineteen ninety one was the year that Natalya went into a phase of unbearable depression. Losing her brother was one of the many troubles that she went through that year. Even though she begged Ivan to stay with her, he left. He left with her heart.


Attempts at suicide were often and they never did the job. She was in a state of melancholy.


The only thing that kept Natalya going was her lovely son, _________.


He wasn't really her son of course. He was only a branch of her government. However.... Natalya loved him more than anything.


[That watched a Sunflower grow....]


She watched as the years passed and he grew up strong. She was so proud of ___________.


She brushed his hair with her soft pale fingers. The fire cracked and wood fell. Natalya smiled at her lover softly. __________ silently slept.


[The Sunflower died....]


She brushed her hair out of her face and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled up at her and hugged her tightly. Natalya laughed lightly.


He cozied up to his creator and lover and snuggled her softly.


Natalya loved the attention.


[The Dove cried....]


Natalya's euphoria lasted only a little while longer. She soon learned that her sister, Katuyasha, was asking ________ for favors.


Frequently.


Ntalya already knew that Katuyasha was an evil sort. She easily manipulated men with her timid behavior and voluptuous stature. Natalya hated it when Katuyasha stole her son's attention.


So Natalya stabbed her.


In her defense, she only wanted to rid of her. Natalya easily stabbed and put Katuyasha in pain. Natalya found immediate results.


Natalya was once again snuggling against her son. Her lovely little sunflower.


'He will grow up to be just like Ivan,' she thought.


She kissed him again and hugged him tighter.


[And I killed the Dove in one blow....]

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