Resurrected again, from the nameless pit of Hell
A Killer reborn, new tales to tell
He's not gone away, just been lying low,
There's a feast coming, feel the Holiday glow!
Thanksgiving and Christmas, are almost here
There's recipes to polish, to bring Holiday cheer
His culinary skills need sharpening now,
and he's serving long-pig, not turkey or cow
Sharpening knives, cleaning the blender
Searching for new ways, to serve each gender
There's "Leg of Robber", and "Eyes of Perv"
"Breast of Bitch" and "Smoked Penis" served
The kids are all helping, not snuggled in bed
They've got visions of bad guys, on the table instead
The young ones gathered 'round the stove, nice and hot
Hey Grampa Killer, "What else have we got?
I'll teach you candied fingers, of perverts and such
No more will they fondle, young bodies and touch
We will learn to slice lips and dip them in flour
Bake them at 250 for about 1/2 an hour
Now clean up the kitchen, wash the pots and the dishes
Tell Grampa Killer, about your Holiday wishes
I hear Little Jay wants a new skinning blade
I'll see the list, that you kids have all made
There are visions of goodies, and the treats that we'll cook
Ones you can't find, in Betty, or Rachel's cookbook
We'll invite all the neighbors, and have a great dinner
We can tell them later, that they ate all the sinners
The Hood will be clean for the next year or so
We might have to move, to find more for next go
But each Holiday season, we'll manage, I guess
Leave it to us, we'll clean up the mess
Comments
Gory,
Gory but great poem, killer certainly knows how prepare and enjoy a holiday feast. Bringing some comfort to the nieghbourhood as well, but do you think it fair to tell them what the've eaten LoL. Great poem gory fun. Regards Roscoe..
Maybe we...
should just let the bones lie where they are, and not tell. LOL I have great fun with Killer at Holiday time.
He just loves to whip up a good feast! He's also raising a new generation of little Killer cooks; have to keep the traditions going you know. Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Gee
Dear Sir Gee & Killer,
I can see by your poem that you are getting primed for the holidays! It is good to see you writing again! I loved this piece and these lines best:
There are visions of goodies, and the treats that we'll cook
Ones you can't find, in Betty, or Rachel's cookbook
We'll invite all the neighbors, and have a great dinner
We can tell them later, that they ate all the sinners
The Hood will be clean for the next year or so
We might have to move, to find more for next go
But each Holiday season, we'll manage, I guess
Leave it to us, we'll clean up the mess
Much love to you.
Always, eddy (& Cat)
Thanks Cat...
yes, Killer is getting ready for the Holidays. He's been cleaning up the kitchen and honing his skills as a chef. He likes teaching the kids how to prepare the Holiday foods, and they enjoy being with Grampa Killer in the kitchen. He's such fun! LOL Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Love ya, Gee
LOL
Gee, I almost (almost) wished to join Killer for dinner, but strongly suspect I would be on the wrong side of the table!
Only crit is the 4th stanza, 3rd line, way too long, and knocked the cadence for a 6, for me.
But its great to see Killer back for the hols, teaching the next generation the joys of good eats!
You are right...
I've been bothered by that line. I promise to fix it. As to being on the other side of the table, I don't see why, Killer doesn't eat good critics. LOL. ~ Gee