My name is Molly, and I am a walking apocalypse. Death on two legs. Life on the streets of Cheshire makes you hard, but it never prepared me for this. It all started when I stole something, nothing more than a pretty trinket that caught my eye (I didn't say I was honest). Later I find out it's a carrier of black magic. A deadly spell that will end life as we know it. I have days to get it across the world and into the right hands. And only minutes before the men chasing me finally catch up.

These are a collection of poems I'm slowly working on. So far they are mostly about food but eventually I'll branch off. Some are about food I like and others are about food I don't like. They are funny so I've been told by people who have read them. Enjoy. (feel free to give me an idea as I will take requests)