Don't get pushy.
On a dark and miserable stormy night
the type I hope comes around no more.
A thud could be heard at the stroke of twelve
knock knocking on my oak front door.
I was greeted by an almost ghostly figure
who had a face so deathly white.
I could think of no reason that would see her out
on such a filthy and dangerous night.
When she started to speak what struck me most
was the fact that she was short of breath.
I had a really bad feeling about this girl
and feared that she had stories of death.
" I need some help" she said to me
and I noticed her badly scratched knees.
" I can do no more all by myself
any chance of a push sir please"?
A push by myself, I'm not that strong
but I thought I'd act like a man.
" Give me a minute" I said to the girl
" and I'll do all that I possibly can."
I ventured out in the icey wind
but I just couldn't see a thing.
I shouted " Where are you, please make yourself known"
"Over here " she said " On the swing."
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