She Was a Shifter
He had landed a pretty lady
and now she was finally home
then visit to the shower room
She came out very different
he had finally picked up
a morbid shape shifter..
All the beauty washed down
by the enchanted shower
all the beauty washed away
He opened a bottle of liquor
he needed to calm his nerves
to be able to proceed forth
And offer his supplications
to the fate for dealing him
these mad tidings of her..
#14fun
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2017
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