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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is not really a traditional poem, but rather an event described in a few lines. I tried to create an atmosphere that is somewhat humorous(black in colour, though) but underneath it's suppose to be shocking. Did I succeed?

Submitted: August 02, 2008

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Submitted: August 02, 2008



When Johnny woke up that morning
it was cold outside and the wind was storming
He knew that today, will not go its ordinary way
and that some sinister evil in the house was forming

He climbed out of bed and walked down the stairs
and took with him one of his favourite teddy bears

He grasped the stairway rail
his face went dead white pale
because what he did find
was not his mother’s morning face, so kind
But daddy’s face with a grin
served on a plate with bully beef from a tin

“Mommy, mommy what did you do?”, Johnny cried
Mommy said, “Oh dear, honey, I think your daddy died.”

“I told you, dear, that if he trouble me again
I’m not going to stay quiet and count to ten.”
So she took a stand as his beloved wife
and made use of one of the kitchen’s carving knifes

But Johnny did not understand why his mommy was going mad
instead he started to cry with a face so sad
She took Johnny by his neck and against the wall him she threw
“Sorry, dear. But you’re also going to end up in mommy’s beef stew.”

That was the beginning
of a beloved mother killing
two people whom she loved
because of her husbands constant beating

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