The Children Moerose

The Children Moerose

A Poem by Pester D. Finches
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a funny little tale of the most evil 13 children the world has ever seen

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The Children Moerose
 
Arthur and Celia of the family Moerose
 Had thirteen children between them
Six sweet girls and seven sweet boys
Loved fully of halfly between them
 
Margret the oldest then Slayton came second
Norabel followed with Ophelia behind
Then came Dame followed quickly by Lowell
Eugenia and Jethro came out in a pair
Finley came fighting with Rowena to follow
 Gideon was easy and Asher a pain
Then poor little Orson was last
 
Now Margret is the oldest
She did a silly thing
She took her former boy friend
And killed him with a string
 
She flung the string around his throat
And yanked until he choked
She yanked and pulled, he spluttered and bulled
She yanked and now he’s croaked
 
Then there was young Slayton
Slayton, slender and tall
He takes the girls who love him
And nails them to the wall
 
He lets them hang there, bloody
Until their hearts don’t beat
And then he takes their bodies
And throws them in the street
 
Norabel the horrible
A name that is not light
She looks for little critters
And kills them out of spite
 
Little bunny rabbits,
Squirrels and chipmunks too
She takes their broken bodies
And throws them in the stew
 
Then beautiful Ophelia
The little flower bud
Takes all of her admirers
And drains them of their blood
 
For of nothing in this whole world
Is better shampoo made
Then from the scarlet, sticky blood
Of people freshly slayed
 
Dame was always moody
She never cracked a grin
Unless she was proceeding
To rip off someone’s skin
 
She’d set it out to dry
And when it was all through
She’d take it to the needle
And stitch a fancy shoe
 
Lowell was always speedy
He’d do things very quick
He saw a short old lady
And killed her with a brick
 
He threw it at her skull
And when it hit its mark
He took her purse and money
Then proceeded to embark
 
Jethro and Eugenia
A perfect team they’d make
They took a couple passing by
And burned them at the stake
 
Oh how their flesh did sizzle
And steam rushed from their eyes
And when the deed was over with
Such a terrible demise
 
Now Finley had a temper
He was always one for rage
He took those fools who crossed him
And threw them in a cage
 
He left them there a while
 And when they were nearly dead
He’d take an axe and show them
Then relieve them of their head
 
Rowena was a sweetie
She always liked a joke
She loved to laugh and giggle
The best one for a croak
 
Her friend, she didn’t like it
To her it was no jest
Rowena took a butchers knife
And stabbed her in her chest
 
Gideon and Asher
They shared a common wrath
So when the kitten scratched them
They drowned her in the bath
 
But cats don’t like the water
So to complete their whims
They took a hatchet to the cat
And removed all of its limbs
 
Orson is the youngest
Such a sweet boy is he
He’s killed off all of him nannies
Since he was only three
 
He’d tie their limbs together
Stow them beneath his bed
He’d check them every morning
Until he was sure their dead
 
Arthur and Celia of the family Moerose
 Had thirteen children between them
Six sweet girls and seven sweet boys
Loved fully of halfly between them.

© 2009 Pester D. Finches


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Holy Moses!!! Very Gory and funny. Of course, my first thought is: What are the parents doing while the children are being serial killers? LOL Good story and poem.

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Pester D. Finches
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hi, my name is Pester, some of you may know me as j.j. or what you will, but you can call my Danny (my middle name). i like Danny better them Pester, dont you? more..

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