onsdag 4. juni 2008

Sara Upperglitch






















Sara Upperglitch
Was married young and rich.

Hence she'd learned norms and rules
She got lots of clothes and jewels.

She'd sip her tea
With manner and glee.

She'd stop her husbands sock,
And if a prick; there'd be no shock.


She'd allways keep so calm and firm,
But then one day she caught a germ.

She got so full of the bacteria
That made her sick all over her area.
...was it the pocks or the malaria?

The Doctor couldn't tell
Yet deep inside he knew it well.
It was her rotten soul that caused the smell.


She was nothing but an empty shell.







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