Morbid Mary

Morbid Mary
Why do you tarry
Over food you should enjoy
Your fate was done
When you cooked your son
A bouncing baby boy.

Morbid Mary
Your son you carried
To the kitchen to get a pot
You put him in
Filleted his skin
And left his bones to rot.

Morbid Mary
You are quite scary
As blood drips down your chin
A tasty treat
His tender meat
You'll not enjoy again.

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A excerpt from "My Ghastly Nursery Rhymes"
Happy Halloween and hope you enjoy.