For glass_diva

[rsc]

This could probably use some tweaking. Feel free.



Awaiting her husband, Penelope
Was as sad as a prisoned antelope.
She kept at her weavings,
But at night all the leavings
She saved in a secret envelope.

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[glass-diva.livejournal.com]

Definitely scannier than the original. :) Here's mine:

There once was a weaver Penelope
Whose mischievious young pet antelope
Would undo her weaving
Each night, strangely leaving
The un-weavings in an envelope.

[rsc.livejournal.com]

I think I like your version better.