When I was 6 or 93,
I met a rose that said to me,
Don’t turn around lest you shall see,
A monster that will never be.
I took that flower’s dreadful dare,
And spun to lock the beast in stare,
But the rose’s honor had been fair,
When I swung to look, found nothing there.
Munk's opening line:
For the third time in a week, careless Freddie found the shiny part of her soul in the trash bin.
Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk
