Lover's Lane

...isn't all it's cracked up to be

Kissing was the name of the game
That’s why the kids came to Lover’s Lane

But if they bothered to address
The old, decrepit murderess

Who hid in the shadows, waiting to pounce
Upon an unsuspecting louse

These boys with needs
And wicked pleas

Would leave the girls
With bouncy curls

Their reputations tattered and torn
To care alone for the unborn

And so I wait among the shadows
No remorse and no repose

To find the one who would be next
Reciever of my malicious hex


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