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By a maid who was old

About a god who lived in the sky

Who would never let anyone cry

His name was sacred

Shiva it was

We offered many things and ate bread

But honestly, he is just a big buzz

If he was here, my love would be here

My heart would hold someone dear

His milky white skin and handsome looks

Caught me by many hooks

Seamus Finnigan

Was his lovely name

Oh how I want to see him again

If only he thought of me as a dame

My culture might not allow it

But still, I don’t believe in god one bit

He would bring him to me

If he cared about my glee

Parvati Finnigan

A lovely name to be

Oh how I yearn to hear it again

From a mouth other than mine, you see

I dance all the time, apparently for god

As the British would say, he could just go sod

He’s a fluke

Not a princely duke

Now I sit

In India, where the mosquitoes have bit

I’m 90 with gray hair

And my feet bare

I’m an accomplished witch

Not a total bitch

I’ve been in contact with my friends

And I’m part of the MOM, where I create mends

My sister has moved

On to the beyond, moved

Once again, Shiva failed me

And gave me sorrow instead of glee

I see him sometimes during work

Him and that dork

He and my so called friend back then

Kissing each other like hens

I am atheist, I believe in none

But not so much to pull a gun.

Lavender Finnigan, such an ugly name

Not fit for such an ugly dame.

Parvati Patil is still my name

The same old dame

Shiva was supposed to be great and containing valor

But he just ended up being a failure…

A/N: This is from Parvati’s POV.