In the quiet town of maple trees,
Where the northern winds blow free,
There lived a girl named Angie, fair,
With auburn locks and a chilling stare.
They called her sweet, they called her kind,
But in her heart, a darker mind.
Behind those eyes of ice and snow,
Lurked shadows only few would know.
By day, she wore a friendly smile,
Her voice a soothing, lilting style.
But in the night, when stars took flight,
She'd prey on those who feared the light.
With whispered taunts and subtle sneers,
She fed on others' silent tears.
No one dared to cross her path,
For Angie’s wrath was cold as math.
She played the part of perfect charm,
But left behind a trail of harm.
A psycho's mind in sweet disguise,
Her cruelty hid in sugar lies.
She'd bully those who seemed too weak,
Her words a dagger, sharp and sleek.
But who would guess, who'd even see,
That Angie’s soul was never free?
For deep within her twisted mind,
Lay wounds that she could never bind.
Her bullying a mask she wore,
To hide the pain she couldn’t ignore.
So Angie roamed the frozen night,
A psycho trapped within her plight.
But all who knew her stepped with care,
For Angie’s smile could snare a snare.
See you tonight our very own Canadian Flangie
Where the northern winds blow free,
There lived a girl named Angie, fair,
With auburn locks and a chilling stare.
They called her sweet, they called her kind,
But in her heart, a darker mind.
Behind those eyes of ice and snow,
Lurked shadows only few would know.
By day, she wore a friendly smile,
Her voice a soothing, lilting style.
But in the night, when stars took flight,
She'd prey on those who feared the light.
With whispered taunts and subtle sneers,
She fed on others' silent tears.
No one dared to cross her path,
For Angie’s wrath was cold as math.
She played the part of perfect charm,
But left behind a trail of harm.
A psycho's mind in sweet disguise,
Her cruelty hid in sugar lies.
She'd bully those who seemed too weak,
Her words a dagger, sharp and sleek.
But who would guess, who'd even see,
That Angie’s soul was never free?
For deep within her twisted mind,
Lay wounds that she could never bind.
Her bullying a mask she wore,
To hide the pain she couldn’t ignore.
So Angie roamed the frozen night,
A psycho trapped within her plight.
But all who knew her stepped with care,
For Angie’s smile could snare a snare.
See you tonight our very own Canadian Flangie
