Keep your head, and keep your porridge warm,
In ignorance the blonde haired bitch is borne,
Too easily she slips between your sheets,
And it's not just your breakfast that she eats.
Lock your doors...
Deviously skipping down your lane,
Watch yourself, she's here to spoil your game,
Sharpened wit is match for sharpened teeth,
Devour them both so they can share their grief.
Gnash of jaws...
Following a trail of crusty white,
Two bastards moving swiftly through the night,
Empty stomachs lured to her front gate,
To feast on resident and not estate.
On all fours...
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