There was once a lady by the name of Michelle.
Everyone would say they she did smell.
It were the weeds of poison she did sell.
For her life was walking on the eggshell.
When the blue gang had solid intel.
Ending her story on the carousel.
Drowning out that noise to the loudest decibel.
Choosing to instead take the road to hell.
She rang the bell.
For her own death Knell.
So long Michelle and farewell.
About the Creator
Hywel Latimyr
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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