Helter Skelter Goes to the Bonfire

"Mess with the best, die like the rest," Helter Skelter often said.
"For me not to win is truely a sin. Quite frankly, I'd rather be dead."

Skelter was smug and thought he was above ever meeting defeat. Maybe
it was just luck that made him a buck, but it seemed he could never be beat.

One day while walking he heard a man talking who said, "No one can beat me."
Skelter made a bet with the man that he met and he said, "Oh yeah? We'll just see."

Skelter then asked,"what is the task that you are best at,my friend?" "Are
you quite sure that you can endure this task upon which your life depends?"

He went on,"I wouldn't want blame if during this game you happened to lose your life."
Skelter then said with mean thoughts in his head, "I'll cut you like bread with a knife!"

The man said this: "My talent is walking across fire." Skelter then
said, slack-jawed with dread, "What, are you kidding, you liar?!"

Grinning politly, he asked quite slightly, "What do you say, are we on?" Frowning
with anger, Skelter answered the stranger, "Oh, yeah, this should be fun."

On the day of the challenge Skeltermanaged to keep his breakfast down. But
as the fire burned, Skelter's stomach turned and he longed to just turn around.

The man that he had met when he made the bet said, "Why don't you go first?"
As he surveyed the scene poor Skelter turned green and his insides felt even worse.

Bravely he walked to the fire then stopped and slowly stuck his foot in. He
did not stand long. Had something gone wrong? For then he began to singe.

Poor Skelter will never again be a better; a lesson Skelter did learn. For sadly the
challenge was more than he could manage. If you play with fire you'll get burned.

Rad Fiarest has a Crush

Rad Fairest was a really fine guy. He made all the girls sigh. They all chose him to crush on.
It made them so sick that there was only one chick of whom he was really quite fond.

Having this crush gave Rad such a rush and so he began to pursue her.
She may as well have had him under her spell for she had so much allure.

But Rad still played the field. He just wouldn't yield and narrow it down to one.
They said he'd lose if he didn't choose. "You can't play us all just for fun."

But he was still down with the runaround. Keeping his girls in the dark.
Rad wasn't aware or simply didn't care about what he would soon spark.

And so he chose the beauty named Rose who was sultry and slender. Whatever
she'd ask, he'd jump to the task. To her he would surely surrender.

One day she slithered in and tore off some skin, showing scales that were all but scant.
Poor Rad's heart sank. He'd made a mistake. The woman he loved was a serpant.

When he saw her green scales he let out terrible wails and his heart began to race. Around him
she coiled. Old Rad's pants were soon soiled as she crushed him in her embrace.

Well, you get the jist, but the lesson is this: be careful what you wish for. Whatever
you do always think your plan through or someone might want to settle the score.

Prissy Halo Goes on a Date

Prissy was a lovely girl. In front of the mirror she would twirl.
Yet she'd cover her face with a flesh colored paste until it was no longer her at all.

When out on the town she would flirt. Around the boys she was never curt.
Her lashes she'd bat, smiling like the Cheshire cat as she told them, "Give me a call."

She's always liked playing with boys. But she would be rather coy. Although she
messed around with the whole fucking town, somehow she still kept her virtue.

She didn't have much willpower, cuz she disappeared with some guy for an hour and
though she'd been a virgin, it seems she got an urgin' and now we can't say that's still true.

Well you know how gossip can spread and so the guys got it in their heads:
"Hey, this girl is easy. I bet she would please me." And all sorts of other rants.

And so this guy with whom she'd been rather sly asked her out on a date,
thinking it was his fate to finally get in her pants.

She met up with him looking rather fine. They went out for a wine and dine.
But when they started to kiss there was something amiss. She cried out in fear: "This is rape!"

These days she dresses with class. No more clevage or skirts up to her ass.
She has vowed: "No more will I dress like a whore." This is her means of escape.

To make Prissy's story a little less gory
and to let you walk away knowing what I wanted to say in the end:

If the things that you wear always make people stare, then perhaps
you should change before they start to act strange and force you to be more than just friends.