Another day has come and gone
At the school that we call pawn
Just for you, I will relay
What happened on this night today

Our tale of strange obscurity
Now gives up it’s maturity
To spin the bottle of red wine
At the house of Persentine

Jess, Fonsay, and Heather too
Heather’s lacking you know who
Ron the new kid came along
He just wanted to belong

A strange guy stood  not far from Heather
With a jacket made of leather
I think his name is Rosh DeLurd
A name that everyone had heard

Of course it was a big surprise
To see she liked those kinds of guys
He is a rocker, plays guitar
And damn well too, the rising star

The question that they all thought of
Are those two maybe in love?
A question no one dared to pose
He’s a tough guy and it shows

Persentine answered the door
Dressed like an expensive whore
Makeup on and her hair flowing
Her belly and her cleavage showing

Fonsay addresses everyone
Says he’ll leave before it’s done
For he has another date
And he refuses to be late

Into the house she soon departed
She eyed Ron “Now let’s get started”
Ron gave off an oily smell
Lighter fluid, his hair gel

Ron gets out a bag of chips
A Duracell between his lips
He offers them to everyone
(They smell like a smoking gun)

So everyone goes to decline
But then lady Persentine
Hurries them all up the stairs
Ready with her truths and dares

If you were to look outside
You could see two people hide
Anne is hiding in a tree
It’s Fonsay she tries to see

And just a couple trees away
An evil man stares at Fonsay
In that tree is where he stands
The red top hat is in his hands

She sits them down, all in a ring
Her hissing tongue just begs to sting
She hums to calm the hungry snake
She looks at Ron like he’s a steak

She sits down, the bottle spins
It points at Ron and then she grins
And behind that shining grin
A slimy snake moans for some skin

An icy chill shoots up his spine
As he leans in towards Persentine
And as her lips begin to part
She’ll eat his tongue and meaty heart

The snake inside begins to hiss
As they move in for the kiss
It wants to bite, it wants to eat
The moment that their two lips meet

Ron moves in, their lips get near
And suddenly… a bit of fear
Passion’s flame was soon put out
By moist regret and icy doubt

And though our Ron was very proud
The time, or place, or watching crowd
Somehow made his spirit break
His confidence did twitch and shake

So he got up and ran away
Followed quickly by Fonsay
He left lady Persentine
Without a chance for her to dine

Fonsay’s with Ron on the roof
He’s a fraud and there is proof
To risk his life is his career
But it seems he has one fear

Ron turned to face Fonsay at last
Fonsay spoke of snake girl’s past
“Persentine’s a lousy one
Trust me Ron, you’re smart to run”

Ron looked up, his burning flame
Atop his head was put to shame
To get his rush, and conquer fright
He jumped off into the night

Luckily, inside his suit
There rests a handy parachute
It’s held on by bits of tape
Ron lands and makes his escape

Back inside, the Lady’s pissed
That she won’t be getting kissed
Fonsay says he has to go
He has that date, as we all know

Jess goes downstairs with Fonsay
And she asks if Ron’s okay
As she walks him to the door
She can’t hold back anymore

So they stand in the doorway
She mimes, asking dark Fonsay
All about his brand new date
“Just what makes this one so great?”

Fonsay says that this one’s nice
With sugar skin and eyes of ice
A cute laugh, and charming smile
He describes her for a while

But little does our Fonsay know
Hiding in the trees and snow
Is the spirit who’s called Anne
She hears of his date and plan

No sooner had dark Fonsay spoken
That our Anne became heartbroken
Anne lets herself disappear
On her face, there’s not a tear

She’s a spirit, she can’t cry
But you can see it in her eye
Disappointment, special pain
It hits deep, and will remain

The scientist is working late
The switch is thrown, he has to wait
For the machine to buzz and start
And bring him someone for his heart

There was a bang, when the smoke cleared
A strange female shape appeared
A silhouette that’s lacking hair
That girl who’s in the wheelchair

Remember her? I’m sure you do
If not, go back, read one and two
Her name’s Wendy, wheelchair chick
Just ignore that facial tic

She’s beautiful inside I hear
Really deep it would appear
She’s the friend that you would find
If you were drunk or maybe blind

She looks around, a bit confused
About the magnet that was used
He looks at her, and can’t express
If it’s a failure or success

Anne vanished from our big blue earth
To scream about her lack of worth
Perhaps her glowing angel friend
Will find her a new boyfriend

Fonsay goes to meet his date
Little does he know, she’s bait
Out of sight, just up ahead
Is a man whose hat is red