Staszek The Strangler


Staszek the Strangler stalked silently,

Subdued, Selma sat in soft satin,

She stroked shining shocks of short silver,

Smoothly, serpentine strands slowly slackened.


Sinister skills, surreptitiously,

Stifled Selma’s senescent, soft sighing,

A single squeeze seemly sufficient,

Stoic, Staszek stood soundlessly smiling.


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