Mild

As Dame Francesca’s host drew near
each wearing plates of steel,
the wizard in his feignéd fear
did turn upon his heel.

“You cannot run, you simpering knave,”
the dame called out to him,
“for I have twenty horsemen brave
awaiting, at my whim.”

“You cannot flee, this shall end here,
you’ll answer for your sin,
and for not yet another year
you’ll terrorize my kin!”

"Hey Selina, want some?" Lily giggled. Selina was a dork at high school, and everyone always mocked her for it. Her long, tangled black hair reached her waist and she had dark freckles all over her skin. She always wore tight clothing, trying to make herself look sexy, but it never worked. She was just a dork, and although she was actually pretty, nobody really cared. She was always a dork, and that's how it would always be.

It was now Friday; off I went to pick up a few items on the list. Using the phone directory, I quickly obtained the items. These were the easier items to obtain; the others were going to pose a challenge. In Pennsylvania, I knew where to go; I was given freedom to order what ever I needed to complete my job, within a specified budget though. Here in America we have strict regulations on certain chemical items and their uses.