Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore
Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away
And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done
Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation
She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …
Unbeknownst to him, the fix was in for the card game
His opponents had stacked the deck and bought the dealer’s conscience
Once the hand was dealt, he didn’t even look and went all in. They all smiled as they joined him.
He revealed his cards with his right hand and his gun with his left. Both gave him the win
So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
Everything was about him, and that was the long and short of it
God knew why she couldn’t get that through her diminutive pitiful mind
Of course it might have been because he never told her, but that was her problem
Hello there. I am glad you came today to look at my little poem
I hope you will come by tomorrow for a longer, more in-depth one
Putting the code on the robot, he expected it to work
As it was only supposed to blink the LED as a proof of concept
It did that, so now to add the code he really wanted to work
Nope, that part dies. Nice try. Now back to the drawing board
How many souls could she steal before the moon reached full?
Each one a jewel in her crown as a master thief
It was why she found herself in this pub drinking a warm beer
So many people here she could work her trade upon
The only problem they all had already had their souls stolen by their job, sport, or vice
Don’t fear the reaper was a phrase that didn’t make sense
Reaper represented death, the end, that’s all folks
Everyone should be fearful. They should be scared witless.
And that’s why he was so confused at the moment
Didn’t these people understand he was the real thing, especially on Halloween?
Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Jumping around to the massive beat
As the band played on and on
Made them sweat out any bad vibes
Abdi Mohammed
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