You royal sonuvabitch, don’t you dare;
This poem’s for real, it’s not a scare.
Leaking the plot with careless spoilers
Will be your very last mistake,
Due to the whooping on your ass
These typing hands will make.
A friend already left a text;
Boy, was I close to being vexed!
Pushing buttons seems to be her pastime.
Henceforth, she better find a new game
Or 19 years of friendship
Will be eradicated from that dame!
With this, I’ll say no more,
Keep secrets in your flappy mouth,
That ever revolving door.
Because the moment you let anything leak,
We’ll have our personal war.