Roderick Usher
10-08-2006, 06:20 PM
Got another kid's poem for you. Actually wrote this one two years ago (it was the one that started my latest obsession with creepy kid's poems) and I was saving it - but now their's a movie coming out with the same title. CRAP!
Here it is, hope you like it.
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Penny Dreadful
Penny was a little girl, no more than nine years old
But she had the devil in her; least that’s what I’m told.
The other girls all hated Penny, they teased her every day
Because dark clouds blacked out the sun when Penny came to play.
While the other girls drew ponies and rainbows on their books
Penny dreamt of guillotines and piercing flesh with hooks.
After school when all the kids would run to play outside
Penny slipped into her crypt to sharpen up her knives.
Her shelves were lined with remnants of experiments gone awry
Dogs and bats and toads and cats rearranged and left to die.
She flipped the switch, electrodes cracked and in walked Penny’s Mother
She shrieked “You cut that out right now! Untie your baby brother!”
In her cauldron Penny brewed a potion vile and green
And slipped it in the thermos of “Miss Perfect” Lizzy Dean.
Lizzy gagged and coughed and wheezed and then came something worse
Her hair turned white and all fell out as she ran crying to the nurse.
Penny was expelled from school and sent to see a shrink
They locked her in a rubber room and left her there to think.
And in that room her madness grew, she dreamt of blood and gore
Her nights were filled with witches, monsters, demons and much more.
She played it sweet and dressed in pink, the doctors all believed her
Penny returned the very next and hacked them with a cleaver.
Then to the school her fury turned and the classrooms all ran red
It took two dozen dentists to identify the dead.
Baby brother danced and spun as Penny dropped the blade
She couldn’t help but giggle at the mess his blood had made.
Father slipped into her grip and Penny’s cleaver dropped
And turning to her mother, whispered “Just one more, then I’ll stop.”
Here it is, hope you like it.
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Penny Dreadful
Penny was a little girl, no more than nine years old
But she had the devil in her; least that’s what I’m told.
The other girls all hated Penny, they teased her every day
Because dark clouds blacked out the sun when Penny came to play.
While the other girls drew ponies and rainbows on their books
Penny dreamt of guillotines and piercing flesh with hooks.
After school when all the kids would run to play outside
Penny slipped into her crypt to sharpen up her knives.
Her shelves were lined with remnants of experiments gone awry
Dogs and bats and toads and cats rearranged and left to die.
She flipped the switch, electrodes cracked and in walked Penny’s Mother
She shrieked “You cut that out right now! Untie your baby brother!”
In her cauldron Penny brewed a potion vile and green
And slipped it in the thermos of “Miss Perfect” Lizzy Dean.
Lizzy gagged and coughed and wheezed and then came something worse
Her hair turned white and all fell out as she ran crying to the nurse.
Penny was expelled from school and sent to see a shrink
They locked her in a rubber room and left her there to think.
And in that room her madness grew, she dreamt of blood and gore
Her nights were filled with witches, monsters, demons and much more.
She played it sweet and dressed in pink, the doctors all believed her
Penny returned the very next and hacked them with a cleaver.
Then to the school her fury turned and the classrooms all ran red
It took two dozen dentists to identify the dead.
Baby brother danced and spun as Penny dropped the blade
She couldn’t help but giggle at the mess his blood had made.
Father slipped into her grip and Penny’s cleaver dropped
And turning to her mother, whispered “Just one more, then I’ll stop.”