
The Poet was happy in the shower. And he sang.
My shower is alive with love and music,
With watery songs, that were sung for thousand of years,
The love fills my heart, with the sound of music,
Im in love with a Blonde, with no freckles and plaits, I can see,
Thank Priapus from those she is free
Freckle listened and she was sad.
"I knew he hated my freckles", she said to Öhubble.
"So, so, he doesn't mean that. He is just so in love with this Blonde. She is more sexually outspoken than you and he has fallen for that. Don't weep".
"I thought that he was my best friend, but it is a little difficult, when he is so in love with someone. But of course I am happy for him. I am! I am! I fucking AM!"
Now there was silence in the shower, followed by a bloodcurdeling scream from the poet and a very strange deepthroatsound like GRRRRRRRRRR with capslock.
Freckle and Öhubble rushed in there and were met by a sight they never will forget.
The poet on thr floor. The blonde on him biting his poor little micro. But, but the Blonde was no blonde anylonger. The water had washed away her haircolour to black and she was suddenly the Clown, the Pennywise, and he had planned to eat the Poet, that now had fainted.
Öhubble and Freckle dragged away Pennywise and kicked him very, very hard. He was too surprised to make resistance and they lifted him to the open window and throw him out from the fifth floor.
It was a boom and kaboomb when he fell on the street and people gathered around the ugly figure. He looked dead at first, but after a while he stood up, made some nasty cursings and wandered away to his sewer.
"I am sure it wasn't the last we saw of that one!" said Öhubble.
"Poor, poor poet. He was so in love with the Blonde", said Freckle, a tini bit spiteful, "I am sure he is heartbroken now."
And he was!
"Vojne, vojne. It must have been a magic spell. Sorry Freckle I didn't mean what I sang about your freckles. I fucking love freckles...
"Jaja! I don't care in the least, said the grumpy Freckle,"I really don't care! At all...