Sadistic Verses

  October 29, 2004

1.

On the sofa sits my guest
With a nail through his chest.
Guess who nailed him? It was me
’Cause I like his company.

2.

A little old lady got caught in the wires
Got roasted by nasty electrical fires
Her charred little body looks terribly silly
As it hangs there and gives passing birdies the willies.


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