Mad Madam Mim
#acrostic Magnificent Mad Madam Mim, Yelling zim zabbering zim, She can fill a whole house, or be Tiny, small as a mouse. Evil black sorcery is her cup of tea, Repulsive, cruel as can be.
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#acrostic Magnificent Mad Madam Mim, Yelling zim zabbering zim, She can fill a whole house, or be Tiny, small as a mouse. Evil black sorcery is her cup of tea, Repulsive, cruel as can be.
Her voice seeps into my veins. Those red lips send shives down my spine. The words that turn my brain. The theme to a lifetime. Brooklyn born, tough as New Jersey.
Mr Snow, the snowman One eye closed, the other winking Made of coal, with a carrot for a nose Around his neck, a scarf wound tight Woolly hat complete his clothes What does he think as he stands...
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#ColourChallenge If ever there was a Wizard of Oz, that Wizard of Oz would be. Opuss. She is Old Gold. An intricately sculpted treasure from the heavens, Magnificent and shining.
Your done pulling pints and serving spirits Standing behind the oak stained bar You've seen it all before, bought the t-shirt Now you've come so far Your hair is a deep warm red, with a mahogany...
Her hair the blackest black, Her eyes the greenest green. Her cheeks the whitest white, But yet she lay unseen. Her lips the fullest red, Her lashes the darkest black.
Two round and large sapphire glistening eyes stood out beautifully from her pale face.
Her eyes was like two microscopic emerald dots, central in her face. She had fine wisps of hair sprouting from her messy crown.
Her back so crooked, Her fingers so gnarled. Mouth in a grimace, And then she snarled. Wrinkled face, Front teeth bared. Bloodshot and wide, Her eyes were scared.
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She walked straight ahead not caring what was around. Not looking back once. She acted freely along with the breeze; she was like butterfly that flies everywhere she desires.
She was new, I was new. All it took was one glance. One glance that could see through all the similarities. Hooray, I thought. I remembered finding her one day. I read her.
I saw you sitting there Hollow eyes, vacant stare. Caved in upon yourself Did it seem like I didn't care. As my earthly form disengaged, scuttling away down the lane.... My heart remained.
Her name is Britney,. She's a Brit,. She drinks black tea,. And babysits,. In day, she speaks Queen's English, true,. In night, it's Cockney, jam jar, too,. She feeds the pigeons, eats the beans,.
For @naaviiee. Plumber by day. Sex goddess by night. Has beautiful hair. But make up a bit shite. Crams his size 10 feet. In to 3"stillettos. Licks up your comments. Like a chocolate cornetto.
An artist was sketching on the side of a road when a drunk stumbled into a nearby gutter. The artist decided to sketch the drunk.
Peg is the name of the lady that washes my clothes at the laundromat . Her hard bleached hands match her wind blasted face charred by broken veins and too much frowning.
The old lady rocked in her chair knitting away without a care with peas carrots Potatoes in her hair telling everyone to come and share she shot a hard glare at anyone who didn't dare really she was...
She was always very small. Standing at 5ft tall. She was chatty. And slightly batty. She loved to sing. Enjoyed dancing. She is a loyal friend. Loyal to the end. She is quite feisty.
His name is Bongo Pete He plays 'em in the street He'll knock upon your door And then he'll play some more.