They all sat there to the side of the park,
Indian style, encircling Marcosif
My nephew nested in the couch, amused,
All of them playing "the messages game."
As they took turns, Marcosif left Lescia
Recognition and he left her a note
She needed an emoji to score more
She knew that she was excellent at it.
She was raised to serve as a minister
And to dress importantly, with honor
Lescia would learn, one day, about all of
The good ways of Isis to wait on the
Children of hers, to wash and bathe them too.
It was Lescia, daring and spirited,
Who had sorted out a variety
Of some cool emoji combos tonight
I would tell all who would hear of Isis
They say that she would pull the hair off the
Elder men who complained about her games.
This was the story that I began to
Tell of The Seventh of Saturn, ongoing,
Who was bold and sultry with measured charm
She could relate to me oftentimes but
In a Delicate Way, off the mud road.