Slice My Sausage Thinly, Samantha
When I was young and fancy free
(or so it seemed, at least, to me)
I valued life at little cost
And didn't care if yours was lost
Which is why I bought a hatchet
And Kalashnikovs to match it
I'd go into the fields bright
Almost every single night
And fire my guns into the air
And swing my hatchet everywhere
Thus Aunt Mimi came to die
(I chopped her head off in the rye)
I felt remorse (for seconds three)
And then I shot Uncle Barry
That wasteful monster from the hills
Totally lacking social skills
Who once emraced me in a hedge
He'd planted on his window-ledge
Cousin Hedwig died more slowly
(Her head wasn't cut off wholly)
A witness of her own demise
(She saw her way to several pies)
She told me that I wasn't nice
But I just drowned her in the rice
Contributors: | fester's nose, P, Apsley, fester's socks, fester, Grayman, fester's bum. |
Poem finished: | 12th November 2001. |