Nothing says poison loving
like something nasty from the oven
so I slaved all weekend long,
cooking up the bat poop appetizers.
Now every last damn one is GONE!
Your sneaky little wolf men brothers
roaming the kitchen every freakin night.
I’ve tried not to annihilate them all
but if you don’t control them I might.
Dear Edvard I’ve tried to be patient
but I’m about to lose my control.
Your family has got on my last nerve
and Ole Mama aint even got a soul.
“Sonny do this, Sonny do that.
Get my meatballs and my prunes.
Take me sight seeing in the carriage.
“She” won’t be joining us I presume.”
And Tiger, that witchy sister of yours
never uses her big broom to sweep.
She just flies around the dungeon all day
while I’m trying to get my beauty sleep.
Norlunz is looking better every day.
I have a few boy toys waiting there.
Of course they can’t compare to you
but your family can go you know where
Edvard Darlin could we lock them up
in the deep cellar or the high bell tower
I know it’s almost time for the ball
but I can’t stand them another hour.
Things are going from bad to worse.
Send them away in your pleasure hearse
in your private chopper , a train or plane
before they drive us both more insane!
You have some characters running or flying around enough to sweep and punt kick that witch right out of there! Then all can rest.......especially poor Edvard Darlin!!
Welcome to the bonkers world of us Brits!! We prefer to say 'eccentric'....This stimulates the cranky and imaginative side of my brain...I love the sheer fun and craziness of this! Love and Hugs, Diana
The british say about being bonkers, we are more civilized and say they are gaga, and if you look around everyone's has members ready for the padded rooms. Like I say before, ignore them like flies on a pie, swallow don't munch! I got a millennium surprise for them!
LaBelle,
More insane? (as Lori says!) You're at it again with that wicked imagination of yours in full flow; there's nothing as good as an imagined world gone mad. Love it!
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
Happy Halloween. A volume of Horrible Haunts & Twisted Tales taken from the horror books La Belle Rouge has written every October for a decade and a half. If you have read her works in the horror genre, you know the invitation is for you to enjoy thr
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Love ya!
Jane
I hear Ma has some real good moonshine, go ahead she won't mind :)
Great one, I enjoyed
The Buzzard
And there is only one wolf boy brother; that other brother Jersey is a reptile.
Sincerely,
Edvard's Very Nice Brother Pee Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
PS: Wait 'til you meet our Fred Cousins!
EDvar, Lord of the Manor
Dark Swedish Castle
More insane? (as Lori says!) You're at it again with that wicked imagination of yours in full flow; there's nothing as good as an imagined world gone mad. Love it!
John
freaky Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D