Poor Tabitha

Tabitha Sorrells-Squires
cried her way to the bank,
and tho she stank
from her nethers and her wares,
she was never aware of the beware
that was following her.

He followed her in, he followed her out.
He followed her down and round around about.
Then he read her a book about a knife
and an arm, a leg, and a spoon,
and a dish and something something about the moon.

Poor Tabitha Sorrells-Squires never came
out of that story breathing
human air again.