we all fear the geisha militia
they will be here in a few hours General Gee said.
His face was whiter than the walking untalking dead.
Not the Geisha Militia I said, terror inside my head.
Yes, and they have new recruits and a leader, Red.
Red! My blood began shaking and quaking and stuff.
I was quivering now, there was no more bravado guff.
Red has a reputation for harming and messing you up.
We might as well surrender I said. Have you told King Sup?
King Sup is hiding under his mattress, way under the bed.
He is terrified of the Geisha Milita, especially the leader Red.
We were all under the bed soon, hiding there with the king.
“Avon calling!” the army said, as they pressed our ting-a-ling.
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