I was this Bored, during the defense closing & wrote y'all a poem, I hope you like it
Poor Poor Jodi beaten w/ spoons
makes her prison living, drawing cartoons.
Thought she'd grow up with children to bear
but that doesn't happen when you get it in the rear.
She played house with many, but were all big fails,
until she found her niche', donning teenage pigtials.
She met a boy who tried his best to be pure,
but Jodi oh Jodi we all know is a big whore.
She wiggled her way into his heart,
she hoped that they, would never be apart.
Things got a little crazy, as she started her obsession,
thinking that Travis was now her possession.
Knowing it was wrong & when he tried to make it right,
she would come by peeking in windows, in the middle of the night.
Climbing through doggy doors, hiding under the tree,
was more than he could take, he wanted to be free.
She packed up her bags & said she will leave,
but this was the point were she started to unweave.
She made a plot & made plans
even borrowed & bought a couple gas cans.
She robbed the gun from her grandparents house,
set out on a trek, & snuck in like a mouse.
Snapped a couple pictures all while there,
not knowing in hours he would soon be in fear.
And so the story goes she stands on trial for her life,
Poor Poor Jodi, no one wants her to be their wife.