Hated Hades

When you drove by my house,

I thought I might be sick,

That girl that sat beside you

The stupid little chick.

Because she didn't know

The trouble you held for her

The heart breaking pain

You horrible mister.

Although she may not know

This trouble you behold

I think she'll get the picture

Since your plot is getting old.

You think that you can play us,

You think we're stupid ladies,

But dude I must inform you,

You worse than stinking Hades.

The End

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