The Ghastly Grim Girl Grows a Guileful Grin

Glory in her gloominess, the ghastly grim girl grieves on the grave

Greeting the one in the grips of Gaia, she grimaces at this heaven’s gain

Gritty gapes gnawing her guts, glints of grieve gush on the granite

And glory in her gloominess, the ghastly grim girl grieves on that grave.

Gimmicks in her garland, the grave is gravid of grumpy glows

Gritting in its gutted gain, it gawks at the girl’s gibe and juxtapose

Gratifying from her gambit, the grim girl gilds the grave in her gaiety

But there were gimmicks in her garland, that made the grave gravid of grumpy glows.

Gyps in the name of justice, the grim girl girdles the guests around her guise

With her jittery grieving gibbers, the grim girl gains their gullibility- and they galvanize

The gossip of the grave greatly grows from her gift of gab

And gyps in the name of justice, the grim girl girdles the globe around her guise.

Gallant in her grudges, the grim girl was indignant and aggrieved

Gabbling grifts on the grave’s garden in her golden guilty greave

If you wonder on what grounds the grim girl garbled the grave’s gospel

Then remember her gallant in her grudges, and that she was indignant and aggrieved.

Guilty in her glamour, the ghastly grim girl gears a glaive in her gown

Guarding the guileful guise gives way to a grave’s tale of renown

Gulling with her garish games glories the grim girl’s gleeful gamble

And guilty in her glamour, she gears the glaive in her gown.

A gruesome grisly groove, from the glaive the gullet had been glid

Gone the ghastly grim girl, now gazed at the gore and grinned

The graceful giddy ghoul had gamboled in a gust

From a gruesome grisly groove, in which a gullet had been glid.

A gazette that gourmandises green, guarantees the grim girl to be guileless

Gauging her grieve and gauche gait, they guarantee the grave a greedy guess

They may have gainsaid genuine justice, but the grim girl garnered no grafts at all!

It’s just that the gazette gourmandized some green, and gained her to be guileless.

Glory in her gloominess, the ghastly grim girl now grieves on the grave

Greeting the one in the grips of Gaia, she giggles at this heaven’s gain

Generously glitzing her guileless grieve, she glows in galore

And glory in her gloominess, the ghastly grim girl grows a grin on the grave.