The damsel in distress
Was rather stressed
By the mess of men
Her mother a bear
A controlling trout
An oinking pig who would not let her
Out
She was rather stressed
The damsel in distress
So she got dressed
And made supper instead
A maid she was not
But a snake she was
Slithering and smart
Cautious yet righteous
Her dear mother pig did not come to tea that day
She was put in the oven
Cooked crispy and well very yummy
The miserable men were rather stressed
For the Damsel in distress had not made up
Her mind
So she served up her mother on a smooth silver plate
To keep them quiet
“You would make a good wife” they bellowed guts filled with half of her genetics
The damsel in distress was almost stressed when she laughed along with them
Now it was time to have fun
She pulled out a gun
One by one they all dropped like rocks
The damsel in distress
Was no longer stressed
She went out on a run
By C (creator of conscious thoughts)
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