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