Poison Lips
There once was a boy in love
With a girl he thought to be from above
He tried to kiss her every day
Yet with cautious force, she held him at bay
For her lips were made of foxglove
But the boy didn’t listen, instead
He simply wanted her in his bed
He continued to pursue
Till her cautions were subdued
And in the morning, he woke up dead
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