Henderson's Decline
"Why have you tied up Granny?" the little girl was asked
(Although in truth she hadn't, by the way)
"I didn't do it, Mummy", the tiny lass replied
"'Twas you that taught me bondage didn't pay."
"Who really tied up Granny? Who covered her with prunes?"
(in fact a tasty treat for all the clan)
"A small man on a moped" screeched the boy upon the fence
"I just seemed like it fitted with his plans."
"Who trussed basted Granny, all ready for the fire?"
(Where did he put the stuffing, may I ask?)
But silence was the grim repost from every hill and dale
For she'd been aged inside a sherry cask
"Who drowned my poor old Granny?" the little girl did wail
(Although, in truth, the old dear was alive)
"I really hate them, Mummy!" the tiny lass cried out
"I really think they just ought not to thrive!"
"well, actually me and Daddy" Mama, all shy did say.
Were practising our genocide techniques
"We've tortured Auntie Janet, we've chopped up cousin Pete,
And you are next, you horrid little freak!"
"Do say you're joking, Mummy" the girl said, tearfully,
For she disliked pretending there was carrot-cake for tea;
She picked up her revolver and pulled the trigger thrice
She missed her mum completely, but killed two little mice
"Well, now you're for it, dearie..." her evil mother laughed
A-stapling the moppet to the fence
In a fury of indulgence, so rare in northern France,
She stuffed her down the toilet in the Gents
Soaking wet, the little girl climb'd out the horrid hole
And semaphored for help by waving with a wooden pole
But no-one would come near her - French toilets don't smell nice
But, in their way, and all the same they add a bit of spice
Her Mum was outside, talking; the girl crept quietly past
But tripped upon a hamster in the hall
The little lass went flying; Mummy heard her crying
And blasted her with many a lead ball.
Poor little Arabella! She very nearly died
As did our own brave heroine to boot,
And, in the French hospital, the surgeons laboured long
One ball was deep; they couldn't get it oot
Meanwhile, Jules the hamster (who had caused the girl to fall)
Was ed by Asian men dressed up as the Czar
They fed him from a cruet - curried cats and suet
Procured discreetly from the tumbledown bazaar
"And what", you ask, "of Granny?" It's well that you enquire
She sold her story to the tabloid press
"Devil-Possessed Daughter Keeps Mum Bound In Sherry-Cask"
And so with fame and besmirched name this sorry tale will last.
Contributors: | Hamish, Roland, loaf, MRQ, Apsley, Grayman, fester, Nessie, Anon., TG. |
Poem finished: | 11th July 2000. |