Reese’s Mouth

There once was an eater of Reese's 
Whose teeth went to soft little pieces,
   Then fell out completely.
   "Thank God!" he said sweetly,
"Ya don't need no teeth to eat Reese's!"

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R.I.P.

That Rip Van Winkle woke and went 
   Back home is popularly known,
But how so died the idle gent
   Is curiously left alone.

I'll tell you this: To take a nap
   Into the hills he took a walk.
He ne'er walk'd back and ne'er did hap
   With any kin again to talk.

Within the hills his corpse was found,
   The elder's body lately dead,
Lying upon the dewy ground,
   A pumpkin where'd have been his head.

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With a Ballpoint Pen

He kills for vicious thrills again,
And violates the pretty pink,
As always, with a ballpoint pen.

This evilest of evil men
Begins the process with a wink.
He kills for vicious thrills again.

He ties a tipsy perfect 10
He’s going soon to fill with ink,
As always, with a ballpoint pen.

He violates the safe-word, “when,”
And all the while he doesn’t blink.
He kills for vicious thrills again.

He satiates his wicked yen,
And then records the brutal kink,
As always, with a ballpoint pen.

Who the man is and where he’s been
His victims never mind to think.
He kills for vicious thrills again,
As always, with a ballpoint pen.

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A Cradle Song

Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.

Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.

Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season’d most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.

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