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casa do belzebu! - work in progress

4.10.09

"Over the hills, in a weird little land,
with fairies and goblins with more than two hands,
some gremlins, they say, can come with four eyes.
The dragons can scorch with the simplest of sighs.
The scariest thing to people like us,
cos nothing can touch them, they're allergic to fuss.

Until their mother appeared, started roaming their valley,
hiding and pouncing from damp, dark alleys.
No noise, no chewing, no signs of a fight,
devouring the children with a plate of french fries.

They swing for their souls inside her belly.
She laughs at their struggle, and turns them to jelly.
When she burps, the ground shakes, the locals take cover,
as the roar of dead children, repeats, over and over.

The bitch, as she's called amongst elves,
brought this tormenting curse upon herself.
She'd been on a bender and staggered home pissed,
found an eighth and some Rizlas and rolled out a spliff.
Got the munchies and reached for the handiest snack.
She ate her own kids and then spat them straight back.
"Forgive me, my beauties, what a dreadful mistake".
The children can't hear her, they've gone, it's too late."

DEBBIE