Creepy Pasta Poems

BEN Drowned

My father was a baker

My mother a shoe-maker.

One day mother bargained too much

And was sent to the jail to rot.

One day father tumbled into the room

With a pitchfork and a teaspoon.

He said he'd drown me right now

He said that I was too foul.

I was dragged to the river

I cried to the sky for a saviour

But it seemed as if god agreed with my father

And watched him drown me with maniacal laughter.