Jenny Bradley

Jenny Bradley isn’t normal That’s all you need to know But as that’s not the purpose Of this thing called a “bio” This girl, she loves her ink Though not in forms tattooed Her bursting library Affectionately called her “brood” Scribble, scribble, scribble Lifelong, though most at night And in her floating dreams Still this girl would write And when she doesn’t write She must, oh, she must read Her voracious mind On ink and words must feed That’s all she really knows And what she truly loves To dress in words like velvet And inky satin gloves If after reading this Her abnormal story true You find you like her style Please check out her reviews!