A Tale of Revenge: Part One

 

There once was a man, who thought he was grand. 

His better came along to help him understand. 


Riding on coat tails only gets you so far. 

Before you’re freeloading ways meet their eventual bar. 


“You thought you were smart, stealing my work. 

Then I found out.” She said with a smirk. 


“You’ve clearly no honor; you’ve clearly no class. Your dreams of infamy and stardom are now shattered like glass.”


The man was shocked. He thought his plan couldn’t fail.  The nerve of this woman was beyond the pale. 


This pairs’ story is far from through. We will continue the journey in, “A Tale of Revenge: Part Two”.

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