Alright, this was born from a few comments I left on Hellboy's blog when I was realizing and talking about how sometimes I comment really confusingly.
Imagine the person telling you about this is CraZY [Er, no, don't imagine me...]
[See more at the end of the poem after you read it]
Mind boggling words,
You are perplexed.
A comma there,
A hyphen here.
You must beware,
Of Mrs. Grier!
Her tongue she spins
In mischievous swirls!
She lures her foes
And pounces quick!
Too soon you're muddled;
You're quickly befuddled.
You're dazed and clouded;
You're simply confounded!
She was so cheery.
"That Mrs Grier's a Dearie!"
But you glanced away.
You're now unhinged, the least to say...
A little twist around the corner,
Strange words slipped into place,
And little commas took up space.
"I certainly did warn yer!"
But you didn't hear of Mrs Grier
Because you're laying by a bier,
And the coffin lid is closing.
So now begins your decomposing.
Author's note again
So yeah, the person is insane and was talking to a dead person. ~nods~
lol, like it?