After three days
fish and guests
begin to stink.
No time to think.
On the brink.
In the drink.
Cut off at the head.
Lay on a death bed.
Talking to a shrink.
No longer pretty in pink.
Trying to go where
others fear to tread.
Following a golden thread.
Refused to be spoon fed.
A radical free thinker.
Caught hook, line and sinker.
On the fourth day.
Still held sway.
A rare display.
Three Days
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