Hmm... A limerick is a really pissy way to kick-start my blog, but it's something at least.
As I rendered the flesh from her bones,
I wrote poems for the late Mrs Jones.
These I read to her head
as we cuddled in bed,
in my most Vincent Price-ian tones.
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LOL! I love it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kate. I actually thought of you when I was posting it. In a nice way, of course... ;) Must do more horror limericks, lots of fun.
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