• My newest victim is but a child of twenty
    With scars on her arms aplenty.
    Her doe-like brown eyes are puffy and red.
    She must have realized that she must be dead.
    Disgusting, she was, but I didn’t care.
    With a bow of my hat, she sat down in a chair.

    “Who be you, sir?” she asked with a whimper.
    A giggle arose that I quickly tried to simper.
    With a look of disgust at my behavior,
    She frowned at the way I failed her.
    “Who be you, kind sir,” she asked.
    She must be astonished that I haven’t done her task.

    “Oh, I have many names,” I say with a smile.
    “But please, why don’t we stay for awhile.”
    With a clap of my hands and wave of my arm,
    Tea, cakes, and crumpets fell to her charm.
    “Have a crumpet, have two,
    Don’t eat too much, we have lots to do.”

    With confusion in her eyes, she stuffed that ugly face.
    At a pace that seemed to be post haste.
    I purred to her, “Now now, my dear,”
    “Surely you must know why I am here.”
    She shook that nappy head and gazed at me.
    With raspberry jam on her chin in a manner most carefree.

    “Forgive me, sir,” she inquired.
    “But I believe I don’t know what has transpired.”
    With another suppressed giggle, I waved my hand about
    Unable to keep quiet about her rising doubt.
    “Can you really not remember, or are you just plain idiotic?”
    I asked, in a delightful way that was most epic.

    She gave a scowl and her face darkened with rage.
    Her face looked quite pathetic, almost deranged.
    Ignoring her outraged cry, I lifted my finger
    Hoping to quell the anger that lingered.
    “Now now, my dear little lady,” I said,
    “Surely you must know that you are quite dead.”