Twas the night before Justice, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the louts.
They lay in bed sleeping, they had not a care,
About the people, they’d hurt or treated unfair.
They had no way of knowing their deeds had been tracked.
Not by blogs, or the news, but a crazed maniac.
He sat jotting names, being careful not to miss
Any transgressors to place on the naughty list.
The Naughty List is a book of transgressions committed when people think no one is looking. Read along and ask yourself, is it wrong to commit a crime if no one knows you did it?
Genre: Mystery
Not a creature was stirring, not even the louts.
They lay in bed sleeping, they had not a care,
About the people, they’d hurt or treated unfair.
They had no way of knowing their deeds had been tracked.
Not by blogs, or the news, but a crazed maniac.
He sat jotting names, being careful not to miss
Any transgressors to place on the naughty list.
The Naughty List is a book of transgressions committed when people think no one is looking. Read along and ask yourself, is it wrong to commit a crime if no one knows you did it?
Genre: Mystery
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