Black Widow
I came upon a widow, black,
carrying a poison sac.
I asked her what was in her purse.
She suggested I call a hearse,
giving me a terrible fright,
asking if she could have a bite.
Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff.
Of this chat, I've had enough.
I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late.
I've already fixed your fate.
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