Higgely piggely marking time
writing down this nonsense rhyme.
Soothing nerves that cramp and tense,
Hoping rhythm leads to sense.

Setting traps and falling in
Where the victim should have been.
Making plans and plotting ploys
Like life’s a game, emotions toys.

Take us prisoners, he said.
Just willing partners for his bed.
But all of this is just a joke,
To capture her with silky smoke.

Take no prisoners, you say?
He’s hers. She’s his. Have a good day.

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