THE PLAYER’S SLAYER
He was a cold-hearted player,
A shady lady slayer,
He left many victims around,
He took all their hearts,
Tore them apart,
And stomped them on the ground,
So, when found barreled and canned,
Severed bird in his hand,
His slayer will never be found! 😊
This sounds like the antagonist in my novel that needs to pulled out of the drawer and worked on again. I haven’t disposed of him yet. This seems like a good suggestion.
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Haha! Thank you, Laura!
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