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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required NARRATOR Infatuation, mysterious, Must possess A hello will be good, an offer Of a drink, And here comes the invite, Does it lead to a casual, or Lengthy good night HIM My furniture's sparse I have a desk and books, I hung clean tea towels on The kitchen hooks. I have a chair and a cat, Time to go forward No more chit chat. I have wine in the fridge And two glasses at the ready, Must remember To keep my hand steady, O forgot, also have a wife, Who I promised to be faithful to For the rest of my double life. But full steam ahead, Yes, still in my pocket I’ll put it back on after this evening’s affair I’m excited, I’ll avoid Her terrified stare. NARRATOR This sleazy professor Had succeeded in His dirty deeds Three times before, Would he succeed again, And leave another stain, A memento on his floor At his secret flat, By the front door. HER Wanted to pass her first Year at university, Noticed he was glib, Certainly, no novice, But would entice Him to promise. Too quickly did he offer An exemplary exam mark, She somehow felt Things were off track, Saw a murderous Glint In his eye, He was of slight build, She noticed his hand And the knife and rope, Dug her sharp nails In his neck, Alarmed and hurt He hesitated, she pushed Him and ran to the door, Tripped and moved a Carpet which hid blood stains, She put her hands to her ears To block out the screams, Pain and fears, In her mind, She would make sure they find, this evil man, I will destroy him, I can, Fled down a flight of stairs Into a busy street, Where she mingled With thousands of feet. NARRATOR Too late too late Bad guy, For this you will fry, And burn in hell, Where are the Other bodies, Now all you will Spill, and Have to tell.
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