How about (finish the Robert Frost line with an MTS theme in mind):
Something there is that doesn't love a
Something there is that doesn't love a
How about (finish the Robert Frost line with an MTS theme in mind):
Something there is that doesn't love a
Monday’s victim has no face
Tuesday’s victim begged for grace
Wednesday’s victim was sexually giving
Thursday’s victim is no longer living
Friday’s victim is full of woe
Saturday’s victim won’t be let go
But the victim that dies on the Sabbath day
Is seasoned and fried as a juicy fillet.
Teena, I think you got it down -- nice and creepy! So much for inseverability, huh?
Hope you enjoy it! I ran out of rhymes before I ran out of people, so please go ahead and chip in with other stanzas about yourself or other lovely MTSers"The MTS Crew", or,
"Do You Really Know What You're Getting Into?"
The MTS crew
Are a fabulous bunch
We don’t post out of turn
Or troll, kick or punch;
But once you’ve been
On these boards for a while
You'll start to recognise
Our inimitable style...
Todd Dubya Bush
Is a real sweet dude
Though all of his characters
Are evil, dead, or crude...
Our lovely Mama Jude
(Vegetarian by day)
By night wields machetes
And wades into the fray...
Kaitie writes of heroes
In the land of the rising sun
And somewhere in her chapters
She plants that smoking gun
And here is the Sleuth
She’s right into mystery,
But cross her MC’s path
And thou shalt be history...
Ken Hoss is in Texas
brewin’ up a Storm
But in poor Kelli’s world
Murder is the norm...
Steamy writes Victorian,
And from respect for the Age,
all her gruesome deaths
Happen off the stage...
And then there’s the one
Who’s so full of “Sass”
Her stories are chilling,
Poignant, kick-ass...