Down a dark alley
Is where you’ll find Sally
She doesn’t talk much
And she’s sure to be smelly
Left for 8 days until
A tall manned named Bill
Took a shortcut to work
Leaving him mentally ill
Bill smelt the stench
A skipped heartbeat and retch
Before seeing poor Sally
Laying down the dark alley
Her body was bloated
She looked set to burst
Her face was contorted
From her pain and hurt
Bill froze for a while
Feeling fear and disbelief
Before he finally fled
And called the police
Nowadays they say
When people still stray
Down the dark alley
Where Sally once lay
That a dark presence lurks
Stinking, vengeful and wild
Waiting, wanting to hurt
This is Sally’s curse
