As smoke billows about the room
Evil moves in the deepening gloom
He goes forward with increasing glee
To deal destruction with his Snickersnee
A silent weapon, this blade of steel
Its cold caress, someone soon shall feel
With no more noise than a babies breath
It sings the song of pain and death
A lightning thrust, a backhand slash
Blood wells from a terrible gash
His victims won’t even know he’s near
Till their throats are cut from ear to ear
Over his hand their life’s blood does spill
To him it gives a perverse thrill
O’er the bodies he does step
More to become victims yet
How many will pay the price
For his urge to slice and dice?
To think the strip was once maligned
How lofty now it has climbed
Mike and Joe can’t be beat
Every day, a new treat.
Thanks all, for the kind comments the other day.
July 27, 2017
September 11, 2017
October 25, 2017
As smoke billows about the room
Evil moves in the deepening gloom
He goes forward with increasing glee
To deal destruction with his Snickersnee
A silent weapon, this blade of steel
Its cold caress, someone soon shall feel
With no more noise than a babies breath
It sings the song of pain and death
A lightning thrust, a backhand slash
Blood wells from a terrible gash
His victims won’t even know he’s near
Till their throats are cut from ear to ear
Over his hand their life’s blood does spill
To him it gives a perverse thrill
O’er the bodies he does step
More to become victims yet
How many will pay the price
For his urge to slice and dice?
To think the strip was once maligned
How lofty now it has climbed
Mike and Joe can’t be beat
Every day, a new treat.
Thanks all, for the kind comments the other day.