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There was a tune I used to sing, but it wasn't this. This is for my entertainment so if you don't like it, that's OK with me. It's very different from what I normally write.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Suspense/Mystery - Words: 121 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2680092
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I am so mad,
I could crash the dishes.
I could eat a tea-cup,
then I could just suck it up!
I know your behind the door,
scaring the heck out of me.
I know you are there,
making me intense.
I am so glad,
It was only my broom.
I could just scream,
then fall asleep and dream.
I know your behind the door,
scaring the heck out of me.
I know you are there,
making me intense.
I grabbed my riffle,
press it to the door,
as the door-bell rang.
Chocolates in hand,
flowers in the otha'.
I put the gun towards his head...
and....
POP!
goes the weasel!
Oooh, oh....yeah.... Pop, goes that insane weasel
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