If its looks too good to be true…

It was the merry month of May
along a lonely country lane
that he did spy
her breasts so soft
She smiled, he thought,
so rushed across,
his weapon to hand,
least it be wanted.
So did not see the scythe
Until she sliced,
he screamed,
and woke,
he hoped.

Random Word: Attention

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