The woman that haunts us

From dark tales of old and new.

This person's story is as true.

Of a woman short as can be.

                                              She is an annoying little flea.

Yet her tactics are old yet new.

She is the Delilah to our David.

As she cuts our hair filled with happiness and joy and leaves us in sorrow.

As we cry and complain in a anguishing voice she laughs louder than roaring thunder.

She is the everlasting fear that truth be told gave a student hair as gray as a wicked troll.

And projects after projects that are harder than an elephant's tusk and longer than a mile.

 

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