The Wily Wordsmith
poems, stories and creative scraps
Monday, April 18, 2011
Dad, There's Something Strange About Mother
Dad, there's something strange about Mother.
Her lips have fresh bloodstains.
And when I asked her what's for dinner,
She said, "brains, brains, brains!".
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