temper: the poem

my temperament and temper thrash

dan so glib
emotionless

i'd hex him
to a frog
if i could

he'd need that fairy kiss
would try to guile us
but there's no fairy kiss from me mate
kiss my chicken

and ribbit would just sit there
smirking
and ribbit would smile smug

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