Waiting was her favourite game.
To her, anything instant is for shame.
She'd wait for dinner or a new toy.
But see here she would not wait for a boy.
Ah boys she thought all rude and tall.
Killing and breaking oh she was done with it all.
She walked down the street her heart not a beat.
She went and stole over a boy by the feet.
She took him elsewhere and ravished him sweetly.
But he pushed back almost not discreetly.
All night she cried letting it all from her head.
And by morning she hung over her bed.
The boy had returned only to see, the love he had missed hung by her neck.
