The tale of the Girl With The Squiggly Hair
Began with a piece of meat cooked far too rare.
For when she ate it, her hair somehow came alive,
Soon to cause the whole town's demise.
The plan was perfect, no simple wager.
The victims never realized the danger.
Strangled or eaten, life's never fair
Near the Girl With The Squiggly, Homicidal Hair.
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Agenda Poems
PoetrySome little rhyming stories about the misfortunes of my characters that I originally wrote in my agenda...
