She waltzes
Through the fields
With the coming
Of spring,
Spreading her poison
Wherever she goes—
Luring weak-minded men
To their doom.
She doesn’t care
Who she snares
Or who cares
For the condemned
All that matters
Is that she hooks a few
Before the season is through
She has her eyes
Set on a few
Hoping that they
Take the bait
So that she can reel
Them into her
Waiting bosom
Where they will
Happily abide
Gladly accept
Merrily go to
Willingly love
Unhesitatingly rush to
Ungrudgingly give into
Blissfully receive
Sleep forevermore
In her arms
About the Creator
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Comments (5)
Is poison penny a siren?!? Great poem! 😎😀💙💙💜
Oooo, so happy to see Poison Penny again. Not her boobs though 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Sounds like something I'd still go for..., & quite blissfully, Mother.
Incredible! I lovee the story idea! 💖
YES I'm so glad you gave Poison Penny some more love! This was a fun read, couldn't help but smirk while reading. Loved it MC! 💚