When last I left, in tragic jest,
Annie made a meal of her Parents
One slice of cheese and lettuce leaves
with miracle whip to complete her sandwich
At Grandma’s house all proper and prim,
little hungry Annie stood with a grin
In her white dress and black maryjanes,
a bright pink hair ribbon and waist sash the same.
Grandma stared at this little spoiled child,
and knew something deep was running wild
A hunger growing so deep inside
that only a feeding could truly subside.
Annie smiled and then she spoke, “Gram, let me stow away your coat.”
With great care she hung it above the steam trunk
then said with a smile, “My Grammy, you are quite plump!”
Grandma looked at her narrow eyed
and with sharp tongue gave her reply
“Why you evil, little, vile, beast,
that’s no way for a small guest to speak!”
She flopped down her purse and stomped her feet.
“One more word and you’ll burn at the seat!”
Annie smirked as she apologized,
but in her mind she knew she had lied.
Grandma spoke “Go wash up your face and hands,
then meet me down in the kitchen stand.”
Annie made back quite clean and spiff,
and sat in her chair before a plain white dish.
Raised a teacup to her dainty pink lips
and took the tiniest of little sips.
Grabbing a knife from the cupboard drawer,
Grandma sliced rye loaf into squares of fours,
and from the icebox a hunk of sharp cheese
some sprouts, tomatoes and buttered spread cream.
Sat at the table with napkin in lap
raising her brow and said, “ What are you looking at?”
Annie replied “Why, at your hams!”
let out a giggle and said. “ I mean your hands”
Grandma huffed a muffled sigh
and said in harsh tone “I will not be tried!”
“Now eat your veggies, bread and cheese”
Then Annie screamed back “I want meat!!”
Then she jumped up onto the table,
her little nimble body so agile and able
Now inches from her Grammy’s face,
she yelled “ I’m starved so don’t give me chase!”
She grabbed the cheese cleaver making her chops,
carving whole pieces from bottom to top.
As you could imagine there was quite a scuffle,
but Grandma didn’t put up so much as a ruffle.
She was neatly laid out; all quartered and drawn
Annie only wondered, “Is there any grey poupon?”
She then cleared the table,
made every dish clean,
then out the front door thinking
It’s almost Halloween.
Author notes
Hello all it has been a very long time...but I will always make for the October month 
What do you like on your sandwich??
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Wow, that was awesome! hehe.. So vivid, so... disturbing.. Obviously my type of read! Awesome job, darling! -
LMAO, another perfect Dead Time story my dear Spawn. I was just mentioning to my boyfriend that it was about time.
I hope you and yours have a wonderful Halloween. I miss you tons.
Hugs and bites,
vampy
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Thanks Vampy, I do miss you all. I have some catching up to do
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spawny
so glad to read a new poem. I do say it's been a while my poet friend. no one can put chills in my bones like you do.
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Hello ~B~ I'm glad to hear from you. I bow to your comment and thank you much. Have a few ideas running about and some old friends to bring back from the dead...may even have a lullaby or two.
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Oh my, what a naughty little girl! I love it, I love it to... pieces.
As always so wonderfully penned with magnificent rhyme and rhythm. I love how the rest of this turned out. You have such a talent for story telling. I can't wait for more... however long that might be. Thank you, thank you so much for sharing. It is always a pleasure to read your works.
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Moon Raven, my precious "Living Dead Girl" I await the moment that you will share a Dead Time Tale with me. I'm sure that we can raise something from the dead pool...
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