Little Timmy
Little Timmy is the apple of his mother’s eye,
Why did Little Timmy make her die?
Hug mommy around the neck,
Slit her throat, what the heck.
Little Timmy loves his Pop,
Why did Little Timmy make him drop?
Loves his daddy without a doubt,
So he blew his brains out.
Little Timmy loves his sis,
Little Timmy doesn’t care if she is missed,
Played with her whenever he could,
She’s in a shallow grave up in the woods.
Little Timmy loves his Grandma and Pa,
Little Timmy was the last person they ever saw,
Loved them more than we’ll ever know,
Found them smothered under a pillow.
Little Timmy loved his family,
But Little Timmy wouldn’t let that be,
Couldn’t live without them he always said,
Even more now that they’re dead.
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12/17/18
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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