three swift hacks,
and off with his head.
He be dead. rand better to be he?
He be dead. rand better to be he?
i saw the stick and the stick saw me.
and the dead head(less) man was 4\'11\"
small little runt, grew up on unleaven.
better be he now dead rand to see?
I saw the corpse and the corpse saw me.
He be dead corpse drink tea with me.
He be dead corpse drink tea with me.
with or without the stary-eyed boy (now corpse)
So off with \'is head!
off with \'is head!
and if you be too weak to make he be dead
then i\'ll find another unweak slith-sneak
who will slith(er) to the house of the star-eyed boy
and spill his blood before a cry
reward to one who makes he be dead!
Now off! off! off with his head!















Comments
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You can dream of fame.
You can wish for fortune.
But you have to live reality.
~That Alex Kid
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the adoration continues for:
:iconmournfullmonk::iconcrypto rchid::icony2jenn::iconenjeru: :iconlostgirl:
and of course this title caught my eye and i enjoy this almost as much as your ridiculous faerie poem from ages ago. anyhoo. i'm glad you enjoyed rereading 'alice' and i really do enjoy this poem for its originality and gross tea macabre feel that matches the rhyme. and oo good inernet hunting for the thumbnail image.
i really do like your words. i think i shall copy this into my pursejournal when i get back to brandeisland where i have better printing machinery. oh you rock my rainbowshroomy socks you do!
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yeah, since you convinced me to reread it, i finished it in a day, and the next day i read Through teh Looking Glass ;P
and thankies for your kind words on my works.
i would dance again. your comments make me dance everso oft.
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Møµrñfû[[ m¤ñk
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Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles!"
I'll be hiding in your dirty room
I'll go there seeking only what I need
La-ti-da we’ll stay there till we bleed
It's for sure
Let me keep you in this place
You’ll be better off this way
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