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
Yes, today, it’s Women’s Day.
It was her that was supposed to be on that plaid!
Yep, I’m going straight to hell. No doubt.
Her hair colour didn’t come from a bottle…
Yeah, her sister always actually had a suspicion about the way she loved. It turned out she was…
You decide.. what’s fiction and what’s not… It was so clear to seethat this was her first time…
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