February

February
Young bright February had quite the looks.
For every single girl wanted to hang them selves by a hook.
She got all the handsome boys at her feet.
Though they didn't know they were just a bite to eat.
For she played that game every day,
Her only choice was to always pray.
She was not a vampire or a cannible,
Her last meal was a girl named annable.
Poor young February was born like a rudd,
Cause her mother injected her self with alot of blood.
February locks her self away,
Only till this day.
For she doesn't want to be known,
As the blood sucker, who was dragged through the mudd.
-Danielle Goesele