mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as snow
mary tied a collar on its neck
it had nowhere to go
mary had a little lamb
that grinned so wide it hurt
mary hid its cuts and bruises
under the snow white fur
mary had a little lamb
with jewels decorating her coat
the shine of that distracted everyone
from the rope around its throat
mary and the little lamb
had nowhere to flee
lives seldom end with a bang
they mostly end with a plea.
November 22, 2017 at 1:52 am
Psst, psst. Is it by any chance, supposed to be “flee” instead of “flea?” Also, trust you to put a beautifully dark spin on a nursery rhyme, Mist.
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November 22, 2017 at 5:22 am
Combining dark and childhood are my specialties.
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