The Stylist
The stylist grabbed her brat and ran out to her jeep
She had 2 energy drinks because she had no sleep
She dropped off brat in back and quickly shut the door
She came out and there was Miss Big one on the floor
Miss Big one got her name because she was so tall
Too many happy pills was what caused her to fall
She got up soon and said what you think about that
She sat down in her seat and took off her big hat
Stylist put big curlers all in big ones hair
She put on a mud pack, Miss Big one didn't care
In ran brat from outback yelling, "I started a fire!"
Smoke rolled under the door he was a little live wire!
Big one staggered up and hit her head on the door
Blood trickled down through the mud, it was some ghastly gore
Stylists' shop burned clear down now she works selling beer
Big one's now in "rehab" and brat just disappeared!
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