Creative rhyming

To The Ace: When walking direwolves, I just have to say...
Don't let them pull too hard, or they'll get away.


To Jackokent: A slow trembling finger it raised to her face
and her face drained of colour, from the tip to the base.

Phew!


As the finger drew closer, she tried to avoid it...
 
But fate was against her, the ghost, she'd annoyed it

with fingers of ice it encircled her neck
 
And her skin froze on contact as she felt the fingertips peck...


But then the grip tightened, and her eyes went wide...
 
leaving her carcas as food for the crows

A passing shepherd was startled to see...
 
an ape picking its nose, xmas hat on, up a tree...

while away she flew like the down off a thistle...
 
The barman replied with a smile and a wink

"Sorry, love, we don't serve spirits!"

(ba dum bisssh! Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week :cool::D:p)
 
it was bubbly, smelly and vividly pink...


but it tasted more fine than anything she knew...

EDIT: Damn it, too slow again!
 
She was right, the poor man was extreemly distraught

She didn't stay long cause she fancied a curry
 
DAMNIT JACK! :p

Right, try again :D

So off she went in a rush and a hurry

Outside it was dark and the moon was full...
 
DAMNIT JACK!
what goes around, comes around, Hoopy!! :p

twas midnight, the time when all witches rule...


and passing infront of the moon's silver disc...
 
or did she have a bit too much crack!!


whatever it was, it was gone in a blink...


EDIT: Here we go again...

causing her to shed a tear...


and then it was gone in a blink....

(I'm determined to get it gone!!!)
 

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