Another brilliant shipping poem. A ship poem!
The rain was falling
On the roof it was beating
Wendy and Jessie
Drinking cups of tea
Suddenly Stephanie appeared
Of her, they feared.
"Don't knock our heads,
And use our hair as threads"
Stephanie laughed, smirking and smiling
"I don't want to do the hurting,
Just hand over my love, I want Jessie dear."
Stephanie made her words very clear.
"No I cannot give my soulmate,"
"She has made my time so great!"
But Stephanie didn't want to hear this.
She ran over with a hiss.
Drawing out a sword, she did a scoff,
And cut Wendy's head right off!
"No, my Wendy! My Love"
Jessie cried and gave Steph a shove.
Stephanie growled and grabbed her arm.
And winked, giving her charm.
Jessie instantly fell for her.
And they were in love, in a blur!
Stephanie and Jessie walked hand in hand
Chests puffed out; how very grand.
All the townsfolk gave the stare.
But cowered under Stephanie's glare.
"Jessie, why are you so fair?
You have such brilliant soft hair!"
Jessie smiled back and took a few sniffs.
"Oh how wondrous, your hair smells of bliss!"
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The Eight Idiots
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