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The Willful child.
Once, Lived a Child
There Lived a child.
Willful scratching pinching livid child.
Cutting up her playthings with a knife.
Un phased those days by pleading parents strife.
She fell Ill one night, the child fell Ill.
As her temperature would go uphill,
Un phased those days by pleading doctors strife,
His stethoscope was severed with a knife.
Death came one night took her to her grave.
even then the dead child misbehaved.
Cutting up his black robe with a knife,
Screaming pinching even afterlife.
Her Naughty hand protruded from the ground,
Weeping mothers face became profound.
Smashed the fingers with a broken ax.
Astonished corpse, her hand she did retract.
In solace she decayed on that day forth. Willful scratching pinching Child no more.
The Mother In Law.
I am the queen.
A complex machine.
Skin of nicotine.
Protein deficiency.
Fetch me the cook.
I am the mother in law.
Bring me a child.
I eat them raw.
Bring me a child.
Princess Josephine.
Only 13 let me suck the bones clean.
Bring a silver pick.
Clean my teeth.
Bring me a napkin wipe my face clean.
Scrub the floor.
Dust in the halls
Make way for the mother in law.
The Robber Bridegroom.
I am in love, am in love with a rich rich girl.
And I seem so well to do.
And we shall be married, my clean and wealthy pearl.
although you know not what I do.
Here's the best man.
Sharpening steak knives in the back room.
Are we cannibals and thieves.
Am I your starving young bridegroom.
Peaceful now you sleep now, the best man comes to see.
In your white seductive skirt,
And we shant be caught now, we sprinkle you with salt.
And we peel off your racy shirt.
To marry a rich girl is nothing like roast beef.
Its an extraordinary thing.
And we have a dinner not set for a common thief.
we have a dinner for a king.
The Boy Who Could Not Shiver and Shake.
A brilliant son.
Always scared.
A stupid one,
Asks 'what is fear?,
What makes a creep,
What makes a scare?
Do they crawl, or leap?
Or spin through air?
Is Fright a man,
Or like a rock?
Steal all my things,
Or sit and talk?"
Little boy come with me.
To the churchyard at midnight and you will see.
You will have a wondrous site, ring the church bells at midnight.
He climbed the stairs, the stupid son.
Each dusty step creaks one by one.
He's reached the top, his task at hand,
to ring the bells...
He sees a man.
All dressed in white,
With hands outstretched,
All strange and bright, all twist and wretch'd.
"Please kind stranger pardon me,
But now I have to ring these bells so if you please...
Cant reach them while you're standing there..."
He pushed the figure down the stairs.
And rung the bells.
The stupid son.
Walked home alone...
Little Brother, Little Sister
Once upon a time there lived a little brother and sister child.
Raised by an old witch who beat, and fed the spoiled meat.
When brother took his sisters hand, and screamed and cried for mercy,
She sent away the children with her feet.
She kicked away the children with her feet.
And when it rained the children wept, and all would weep in turn.
And so one day they ran away through trees and heavy ferns.
they traveled through the day, over meadows, fields and creaks, sat down by a hollow tree, grew weary, fell asleep.
ANd the witch came secretly sneaking fast, as all the witches do.
Placed the boy beneath a spell, into a beast he grew.
And all the kings hunters, with their dogs and horns and guns,
Set the little brother on the run.
Set the little beastie on the run.
And when it rained, the beastie cried and ran through trees and ferns.
Until he found his sisters arms awaiting round the turn.
ANd the kings hunters and the king himself,
Found them standing there.
And at one he fell in love with the sisters body, with the sisters hair.
"oh be my queen" said the king, "bring the beast along as well"
And they all went to the palace where they lived well... a royal life.
But the witch came secretly sneaking... as all the witches do,
And tortured them until they all had died.
