Poem 22: The Woman With The Killing Spree

Her Name was Ann, 

A voice like a fan, 

Loud and warped, 

She loved to kill, 

Had nobody to give her properties to, 

When it came to writing her will. 

Everybody in her family had been killed by her, 

Once a stranger had accidentally walked into Ann, 

And he unfortunately called her a Sir, 

Because of the lack of identity, 

She was wearing a three-piece suit, 

Gloves to cover hands, a mask to cover the face, 

The unintentional insult caused her heart to race, 

And the man lived no more than a second longer...