Fiasco.
Pro.
Bow & Arrow, Her Enchanted Weapon.
Sudden & Dastardly.
Evilly Lovely.
Mystery Sniper. Putting The Capital M N Markswoman.
Alien That Prefers Being Human.
Humane? No. She Lays Any Low 4 Whatever Exorbitant Fee That Can B Obtained.
Trained On Planet:X While The Wastrels Of Wounded Wundagore Reigned.
Married 2 Mighty Winged Hathor Gone Insane After Winning Every Major War.
Sure. Her Pretty Eyes Will Always Say Such.
Such A Example Of Premiere Villiany... Fiasco.
Fiasco.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 11th, 2023 01:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: Catch On, Friendz.
- Category: Fantasy
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