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OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 15-Harley And Ivy: "And when ya told me ya loved me too? That's when I couldn't get enough of you!" A squeal of delight erupting from twin-tails Muffled by the squelches of a cop's entrails Slathering themselves on the head of a hammer Nailed by inappropriate sounds of cute laughter "Harls, I don't know what about you is worse Your desire to wear out the uniform of a nurse Or your need to stomp on my jade universe?!" A wriggling tendril from an overgrown bush Briared and tired, quickly becoming but mush Under the heel of a pale jester with a need To suddenly jump back from the sunken seed "IVES! OH, NO! THE LITTLE THING'S GONE LIMP! WHADDA WE DO? IT'LL DIE! SHRIVEL LIKE A SHRIMP! Oh...no...does this mean...you're gonna...skimp?" Green skin holds no envy for the jester's foolish mistake She knows it won't change the status of her leaf covered cake For tonight, no touching, no bedroom action of any kind It's all Harl's own fault, should have paid more mind "Harls, it's not something to bother your cutie booty I've got plant powers for a reason, you ditzy beauty This little flower will heal up, good as new But only if we climb up there for the view!" For crazies aren't lazies, they climb up together Above the entrails, to watch the blooming weather Ivy holds the withered bristles of a mutated poppy Harls plants the roots in the bobby's wet body The night soon ends and the sun rises high Schadenfreude memories, made from some dead guy.