A poem about Wendy. She’s so bendy!
Her name was Wendy
She stood in front of me
Telling she was very bendy
I said "Well, Wendy,
we'll see"
Wendy
was indeed bendy
She was also very noisy
Her curses were the blasphemy
that I needed so badly
Her curses were like a symphony
So Wendy,
wasn't only bendy
Oh no, she was this dreamer
who turned into a screamer
