February 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

Little bonny eyes blue
With charm, blonde locks
In buckled bows, a bonnet
Upon her blithe little head

Ruffles and frilly stuff
Taped up in a foolish fancy
Fables and fantasies fill her room to the brim
Fester her frazzled mama

Puncture a little pinprick into
Her papal homeland, all pinks
And pansies and petunias
Pristine cheeks pour of perfection

Do dance with Dorian,
Entwine those dainty digits
In darkness; dolorous red lips:
Stained glass of doom

Nyx — nefarious nigger eye
Nought a nuance, nought
No nightmare will end
Her nocturnal lullaby

Sleep soundly, sister dearest.


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