Iris the Stylist

Iris was a stylist
She liked to do hair
But you should know about Iris
That she's strong as a bear

Once a man did insist
Upon insulting her ware
To grab on her wrist
Now he's a ghost, what a scare!

Your eye she may mist
But if you are aware
Your urges you'll resist
And keep your spirit there

A strongman named Ghrist
Claimed that this was just flair
Until Iris's fist
Knocked him right in the air.

So if you wish to exist
Your life her to spare
You'll never insist
That her rates are unfair

The End

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