Death of a B*****d

Death of a B*****d

A Poem by *~Imperfectly Me~*
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I hate snow... I think this explains just how much.

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His blood is like scattered leaves

Strewn across the grass

Children trying to believe

His b*****d life will last

 

She stands over the body

Big round and dead

Her laugh is like Drusilla

As she rips off Frosty's head...

© 2009 *~Imperfectly Me~*


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Well, I've reviewed this before, but it deserves a second go! :)

Frost deserved what he got as he lay there blood a'flow
He shoudn'ta brought the white stuff, a death sentence ya'know
Too bad for him and all his followers, as onto the ground he fell
He found himself a ticket, and it was written "one way to hell"

Posted 12 Years Ago


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you murdered my snow, i take revenge this weekend, ha! althouh i do like the expressed hatred and frosty creeps me a bit.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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*~Imperfectly Me~*
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