"Mister, mister, please don't bother me. Can't you see I am dining?" the fine young lady scowled and striked the man most violently. He turned around, gave her a frown, and slid a hand a bit too far down. A swift fork found nothing less than the flesh of his chest, allowing the lady to flee. He followed her, but thought it best to lure a much less difficult girl.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
