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Premium Member Lil Miss Ghoul

LIL’ MISS GHOUL

  On the night of Walpurgistnacht,
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks into her bedroom,
  She is deeply saddened after the break up with her latest man.
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul puts on her black Victorian dress,
  Softly weeping, she sits down at her Gothic, Victorian Vanity Mirror,
  She gets out her pure black lipstick and paints her lips black, 
  Her nails already painted black from this morning, 
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks to her window and slowly looks at the moon,
  Her sobs becoming stronger as she tilts her head at the full moon,
  She sings to herself a song of love as she begins to weeps hysterically,
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul returns to sit down at her Vanity Mirror desk,
  She looks at all the pictures of the men surrounding her mirror,
 The men who swore their love to her, used her and ditched her,
She slumps over her sobs uncontrollable. 
She looks at the Gothic switch blade knife and picks it up,
She looks at the men she thought loved her, 
One by one, they were only interested in her body,
Lil Miss Ghoul makes a hard, quick slash across her right wrist,
She looks at the moon, then, slashed her left wrist.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul stops crying, as she looks at the moon.
The blood from her wrists like a geyser, quickly spilling from her body,
She never takes her eyes off of the moon as her life slipped away,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul rises from her body, looks at the men she thought loved her,
She remained hovering in her room, till the next morning.
Momma came knocking, entered her room, and screamed,
Momma screaming, “Oh, my baby!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!”
Daddy came running to Momma’s screams,
Daddy falls to his knees as he begins to cry, “NOOOO!!!!!”
As the days passed till Lil’ Miss Ghoul’s funeral,
Lil Miss Ghoul in spirit form attended her own funeral.
At her own funeral, Lil Miss Ghoul looks around,
Her entire family was there, all her friends,
She watched as they all painfully weeps hysterically.
Lil Miss Ghoul realized she has made a mistake,
As she says, “Oh my God, what have I done? These people are the one’s that love me, why did I let these men get to me?”


Premium Member Holy Hornet Raid

They had a sense in being right 
Listened to those explain their plight 
Docked inside the sailing ports 
Going into battle wearing a shirt, socks and shorts 
On a battlefield called sports 
Saints giving a Southampton name 
European football was the game 
Granted no championship this year 
Relegation not even a fear 
Watford teetering keeping a high profile 
Enjoying the buzz while being wild 
Time did come 
To find out where the hornets were coming from 
Raid the worker bees 
Taking the nectar not even saying please 
Plotting the invasion 
Inquisition question started raisin 
Having a nice sweet product 
Saints all knowing where they got it 
A defenseless flower 
With peaceful beauty power 
Before the clock minutes left the teens
Saints put one on the board for their team 
And after the break 
Another one Saints did take 
Reading two to nil 
Forgiveness put on the bill 
And own goal was credited 
Spiritual bug in the match netted it 
Suddenly a lightning power surge 
Thundered back ending the Saints purge 
Pulling the stingers out of the hive 
Black and yellow creatures barely alive 
There was no change on the table 
Four still able 
To claim survival 
And not be taken down by a rival
Form: Rhyme

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