In the house of Sir Gee, there is much joy
There are ooo's and ahhhh's and many hugs
Presents unwrapped, by each girl and boy
How did you know? He just grins and shrugs
Killer's house is much the same
'Cept the presents a little more wild
Instead of giving the kids those boring-games
There are knives for each boy-child
The girls will get some presents too
Cooking pots, and new recipes to try
Of course, they'll try them out on you
It might be bad, but you won't die
Sir Gee's dinner, is a great time by all
Roast-beef sliced, with gravy-brown
Outside, the snow has begun to fall
As the family all sits down
Now, Killer's table is loaded with treats
Fried-fingers, and scrambled brains
And as the whole family take their seats
Someone shouts; This is better than trains!
Saving souls seems right for Sir Gee
Killer sends them straight to Hell
I'm not sure what it means to me
But I think; they've both done well
Comments
Yes they have both done well
Yes they have both done well Gee, what a naughty and nice holiday treat! I loved it. My only issue was with the line with the train, but it does work. Much love Gee!
Thanks DD...
It's been a while since I've seen you here. Glad to see you back! Yes, they have done well, The trains' line is an inside joke, about a family that rides in my taxi sometimes. There is a young man that is developmently-disabled and he just loves trains! He talks to anyone who will listen about trains. he knows things about them that I suspect only an expert would know. He always has some new facts about them to tell me when he sees me. Interspaced in his conversation, are many sounds of trains, chugging and chuffing, horns and whistles. He is very respectful and when my radio is giving directions for other drivers or myself, he always remains quiet. I thought that I'd heard the phrase somewhere and decided that I could use it here. Thanks for the read and comment. ~ Love ya, Gee
You kill me, Sir Gee. ~A
You kill me, Sir Gee.
~A
Wow! ...
if ever there was a line to use, then that was it and most appropriately! Thanks, ~ Gee
An alternative chrimbo,
An alternative chrimbo for killer, he knows what his family needs and desires. Great story though rather gory. Keep them coming. Regards Roscoe..
An alternate...
what? If you mean an alter-ego, that's who Sir Gee is. He is the part of Killer's mind that struggles with what he has become. They battle freguently. ~ Gee
yeah, cool
something strikes me weird though, killer giving pots and recipes. Sure they might be marginally toxic, but wouldn't he give them something more killerish?
Who was it...
that said;" I'm afraid of anyone who can bleed for seven days out of the month, and still live?" Anyways, don't forget that Killer is a cannibal! The girls are more into cooking up the victims, rather than killing them, although you shouldn't mess around with them in the kitchen, where there are lots of neat things they could kill you with! Happy Holidays! ~ Gee
Bravo!
Great fun this poem. I agree with Jess though. When I read the lines about dinner it seemed pale in comparison with the horrors of the rest of the poem.
Still, I shall be printing this out and taking it to the family at Christmas.
wesley
As I said...
to Jess; Don't forget that Killer and his family are cannibals. I was just in the Holiday spirit, and decided to peek in on the two families. Killer has another poem from last year, that details the dinner he and his girl worked on together. This is called; A Killer and DeMona Christmas. There are more, but I will save them for the proper holiday. LOL Thanks for the read and comments, ~ Gee
~ Gee