The poetry writer
With an evil quill
Disguised as poems
These writings did ****
Readers were tempted
Into there impending demise
Into the reading you hear the cries
The pages of this book
We’re bound by dread
The horror would come
The more you read,
By the end the writings
you died with a smile
Reading this ******* was it worthwhile?
The poetry writer
With an evil quill
Took to writing like
Flour in the mills
The more people read
The more it would ****
So don’t be tempted
Go on give it a go
Open the book let the evil flow