Archives for January 2009

Little Willie with a shout,
Gouged the baby’s eyeballs out;
Stamped on them to make them pop.
Mother cried, “Now, William, stop!”
~Anonymous

Willie poisoned his father’s tea;
Father died in agony.
Mother came, and looked quite vexed:
“Really, Will,” she said, “what next?!”
~Anonymous

Willie, I regret to state,
Cut his sister up for bait.
We miss her when it’s time to dine,
But Willie’s fish taste simply fine.
~Anonymous

Willie’s cute as cute can be.
Beneath his brother, only three,
He lit a stick of dynamite.
Now brother’s simply out of sight.
~Anonymous

Willie and three other brats,
Ate up all the Rough-On-Rats,
Papa said, when Mama cried,
“Don’t worry, dear, they’ll die outside.”
~Anonymous

Willie cut off his sister’s head
And left it lying hairless.
“Really, Willie,” said his mother,
“You sure are getting careless.”
~Anonymous