Seen in sepia tones, there you sit
Fiddling and twiddling your thumbs
I can see what you're doing, you little witch
Born of and raised up of scum
There are things in this world that you, my dear
Are too young and too stupid to know
And that is where I outshine you, I fear
For I know these things, above and below
You never knew what you wanted to do
In that lies your most serious flaw
Your rosy cheeks make me want to hate you
And kill you in spite of the law
Author notes
Option Three
Wubbie get down you fatty
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Comments
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This write is fantastic, it makes me think of a spiteful husband
very good write overall
good job and goodluck
-Emm
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