Having spent most of her life in solitary confinement
Lucy's real joy and entertainment,
Was derived from inviting orphans for dinner,
Pretending that they,
were a lottery winner.
She would dress them,
impress them,
with tales of the past.
Provide good solid nourishment as a sumptuous repast,
yet none would suspect that it would be their last.
For unlike girls and boys and cooked meat and roses
cyanide you see never decomposes.
Lucy had a cellar into which authorities did not venture,
I'm sure if they were alive those folks they would censure,
but alas those dear people no one will ever greet,
where-else was our lucy going to get her meat?
Author notes
proper time pic credit: hamgirl57 by fortsanders
A contest entry
- Weird pic inspired by Tattboyspet.
300 points, ended March 13, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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lol - (my twisted sense of humour coming out again!) that was quite funny
thank you for your entry
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