The Inventor, by Julia Anne
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His name is Leon,
And there is nothing he could not improve on.
Leon was a man of charm,
And always had a woman on his arm.
But when in his workshop no disturbances were tolerated.
For fear that his inventions might become tainted.
Eventually, he took a wife.
Then one day they had a fight,
And in spite
Of his warning,
She broke into his workshop hoping to find some of his
earnings.
But she triggered one of his devices
And had her skull crushed by the gears, but her husband was
indecisive.
He told the police she got what she deserved
For not listening to his warning.
None the less he was still morning
Over the loss of his dear wife.
But his rage made his morning less,
But still he had to confess
That no other woman could replace
His dear Isabel. |
Posted: 2008-12-04 01:08:15 UTC |
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