Children, children
It's alright
Do not despair
I'll cure your fright
Your mothers are cruel
To forget you at school
While the new one is the center
Merely deliver them here
Dry your tears
But let them age a bit
Before receiving
The fatal slit
Pease pudding hot, Pease pudding cold,
Pease pudding in the pot - nine days old.
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot - nine days old.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
