Hey, Myth Jellies, where have you been?
Tweaking as I go
The girls who all wore simple colours,
Mini-skirts, mini-cols, mini-cuffs,
Claiming that those audacious rumours
Were just lies spread by sad, single toughs.
Ariadne resented the inference
That she'd interacted last night.
These marks aren't bad Bingos big imprints,
Theyre the site of a big bed bugs bite!
"My unit's infested with termites!
Mark, a candidate for President, who
Hatched a plot to knock off his opponent
Using one cluster bomb, maybe two,
To create a more opportune moment.
He fixed a long fuse to the table
To eliminate his foe was the plan.
The locked pair he thought would be able
To constrain that blockhead with elan.
With deadly intentions in mind