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.
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Creepy Pasta Poems
PoezjaA collection of Poems based on the infamous Creepy Pastas. Enjoy! ~ Lili