Here’s another try at the Ronovan decima challenge with Knock being the prompt word on rhyme line A.
The Dressmaker
He gently lifted up the frock,
the fabric was so light, so sheer.
It hung there on a hanger near
the rest of his redundant stock.
The bailiff came, gave just one knock;
he slowly reached out for his gun,
knew he was not the only one
to suffer economic woes.
His finger twitched, the barrel blows,
the dresses flutter, half undone.
Poems, Polemicks and Licks 
Oh! Gosh, relivant, and so sad so harsh!
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It seemed to me to fit the current mood, at least my current mood!
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Yes definitely 💜
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I hope that current mood passes soon. Nice storytelling. Liked it. Very original.
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Bleak times for many. Glad you liked it. Thanks
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Oh! 😳
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