She's The Killer Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
She's The Killer
Rating: ★5.0
She had that killing streak
Making my legs go weak
One big energy sapping hitter
The taste she left, so bitter
All she leaves is gripping pain
Hope I do not see her again
Causing blurring vision
Minds go blank, beaten into submission
Knotting the stomach wall
That definitely is no good at all
Not the usual Prima Donna
Her name is Bella Donna
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4/19/2024 6:08:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, her name is really fatal... But it is possible, will get rid even of Bella Donna You write very funny...10.... All best, t\Tsira