We’ve had a roller-coaster ride so far,
She’s the kind of girl I just can’t treat well.
I noticed cobwebs in her photograph,
After, she’s a Goth or a ghostly witch.
Some unsounded subterranean monster,
Sir, I’ll have to have her watched closely --
I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt her,
Unless it was with my knife, rolling pins,
A fall, or a hex of my voodoo dolls:
A blight of forever in the starlight.
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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