Another Silly Poem

“Muse, I have a problem.”
“Go ahead and spill ‘em.”
“My assassin refuses to be bad.”
“And for this you are sad?”
“No, mad.”
“Glad?”
“No, Vlad!
Is there no sense to be had?!”
“Zann is good, not bad,
Therefore you are not glad,
Or even sad,
But mad?”
“Frustrated, maybe.”
“Poor baby.”
“Muse, help, hello?”
“Hi. No need to bellow.
Have you considered letting him be nice?”
“There’s a price.”
“What, his soul?”
“No, you troll!
I lose a bad guy.”
“No need to cry.
I have a new one for you!”
“You do?”
“Quite true.
Are you no longer blue?”
“Who?
“You.”
“Oh, Not at all!”
“Good, get your pen and scrawl--”

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So, I wrote that poem back when Zann was telling me he was really a good guy. Not as fun as the first one, but I thought you guys might like it.
Oh, I was working on The Shadow Fox, and I almost some one radio to some one else. *headdesk* I'm still in "Elliot's Story" mode. It still needs a title, by the by.
The thing I love about The Shadow Fox is the fun chapter titles. I'm not bragging, I just love them.