Write a poem: check
I contributed to writing one for our final drama performance. The theme is depression, suicide, etc...
There was once an old spinster named Brenda Mcfee,
who sat on her arse all day drinking tea.
The stains on her teeth and her long fluffy hair,
made her confidence sink right down to despair.
It's a sad story, she was left at the alter you see,
now the only man she talks to is from Asda's home delivery,
but she still writes to all her friends from school
about her fake 'family' and how they're so cool!
Now today is the day that she's had enough;
she's turned to the fags, the booze- all that stuff.
She puts on her lippy and combs through that hair,
then SMASHES her face into that old wooden chair!
She's dead on the floor, her soul has expired.
Not to mention her face that has gruesomely retired.
Pleasant... I know.
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