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Little Johnny
Little John was a boy who was not like all his others,
His Mum watched day after day,
But his eyes leaked that his brain was ticking,
Thinking against all else.
"Put that down" she'd shout in anger,
as he grappled her valued vase.
Her look of chagrin as his evil grin,
Spread, as did the shattered remains.
It kept her up, Little John, and what he was becoming.
Making dinner, her patience thinner as he stared,
Watching her, waiting.
Then she would burn herself and he would stare
and stare
And she would cry in the other room, alone.
At his birth, little John, had been stuck inside of her.
Hours, it took before Johnny shook
From her loins he was attached.
The pain she'd felt, had never gone,
When John was in the room.
Her stomach churned as he twisted and turned
To infect his Mother with gaze.
She'd awake at night, in all of a sudden,
To see him standing staring.
His evil monotony, and stare stoney
Tipped out her own ways to hone herself when she was scared.
She couldn't stand to see him stand and stare and stare
and where he stood he stared at her
and wear that smile that scared her so.
Alarm bells blared as he stood and stared
as she was so scared that she hid in bed
and slept away her foe.
He dared her scared old self, whilst he sneered,
To tear the tears and make fair her lifelong fears.
So rearing back, her demons appeared
Just as she feared
for her mind was long revered.
She smeared him, geared from fear
and bleated a mighty roar.
The beautiful mother who loved her son
Spilt him along the floor.
