One of my greatest fears.

Mrs. Hannigan

Even though mom blocked that part off
I still remember the dazzling orange hair
The decaying, exasperated face
of a rotten woman who lived a crooked life
She had pastimes, of course
for hot money and making young girls squeal
often interjecting sinister tunes
between malicious looks and exchanges
The name alone is said high in the nose
where nasal tones make perfect sense
Her screams delight abandoned children
their playful tricks her demise

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