Tittle: Rape of the Lock
Challenge: twist
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: Rape used to mean kidnapp also. Today I had to read a very old poem about something like this.

A sprite of the wind
Couldn't resist the thrill
Of mischief making
Done with fair skill.

She found a man…
As tall as can be.
Even better was
The hair she sees.

Twisted brunette locks
Were a sight to behold.
The sprite knew she had
To have them to hold.

Tip-toeing with her
Blade, she cut it twain.
Stealing the lock from
His crown without pain.

He awoke later, alarmed.
His beauteous hair was trimmed!
Complaints only made
His brother grin.

"It's not funny!" He cried.
"Sam," Dean assured.
"You needed a cut, even the
Supernatural think your hair's absurd."