A Sick And Twisted Mind In A Rhyme Ii Poem by Matthew Petranovich

Here we go again,
my friends,
A sick and twisted mind
is at it again.
Making more wicked rhymes
from old fairy tales
These are so brutal,
it is a crime.

We all know the story
of the three little pigs,
Ham, Bacon, and Sausage,
to the wolf they looked
so big.
He was ready to take a bite,
but they made their houses
all different alright.
The first made his house
of straw,
The wolf wanted to get his jaws
in this little pig,
but he wouldn't let him in,
not by the hairs on his chinny
chin chin.
With a Huff and a Puff,
the wolf blew his house
down and all of a sudden,
the pig made a squeal like
a mouse.
But this wasn't enough
to satisfy the wolf,
so to the next house,
it was made of wood.
He knew what to do,
Huff Puff,
Kaboom,
Now the big pig filled
up the room
in his tummy.
He loved this one better
since it was so bloody.
Now to the last he seen,
the house made of brick,
He couldn't blow it down,
the walls were too thick.
So through the window he broke
in.
The little pig squealed
again and again.

Here we go again,
my friends,
A sick and twisted mind
is at it again.
Making more wicked rhymes
from old fairy tales
These are so brutal,
it is a crime.

This tale is old as time,
But now it is twisted in
a wicked rhyme.
The Beauty and the Beast,
But soon the Beauty will be
deceased.
The Beauty's father was
held captive
In the Beast's
dungeon he wasn't
adaptive.
So the Beast
killed the Beauty's
father.
He was a great feast
Bones, Blood,
and lots of fat meat.
That was the best thing,
he ever did eat.
Now the Beauty decides,
to look for her father,
what a great thing a
daughter would do.
Up to the castle
she could sense her doom,
but she continued
despite the gloom.
Knock, knock,
she walked in.
The beast would
commit another sin.
Claws slashed
at the Beauty's beautiful face.
Now not so beautiful
but to the Beast,
the greatest taste,
dessert after a great
meal, it almost seemed
like fate.

Here we go again,
my friends,
A sick and twisted mind
is at it again.
Making more wicked rhymes
from old fairy tales
These are so brutal,
it is a crime.

Here comes Goldilocks,
walking down the road,
up to the bears' house,
she tip toed,
when she noticed they were out,
she walked in,
making the porridge her friend.
She ate it all up,
it was just right,
she picked her chair
that was the right size,
not sensing that the
bears were on their way back,
she decided to go to take a nap.
While she was sleeping,
they bears walked in.
They were upset,
their porridge was gone again.
Now they tip toed,
up to their room.
Now it's time for Goldilocks'
doom.
She felt claws scratching
her face,
and no matter how much she screamed,
the bears kept biting and scratching,
blood flew on the walls like a wicked
dream.
Now that Goldilocks was dead,
they decided to eat her instead,
It was way better than any porridge,
they said.

Here we go again,
my friends,
A sick and twisted mind
is at it again.
Making more wicked rhymes
from old fairy tales
These are so brutal,
it is a crime.

Here's the last one.
It is Snow White,
she dreams of her prince,
she is the fairest alright.
The queen wished she was dead,
for 'Snow White was the fairest'
was what the magic mirror said.
She sent the hunter to kill this woman,
but he couldn't do it,
he didn't follow through with the plan.
To the house of the seven dwarfs she ran.
And she was raped by seven little men,
time and time again.
Once they were satisfied,
they murdered her at will,
for they all loved the taste
of a fresh kill.
Evil liked the taste of the blood,
while Hateful and Angry
just loved to kill anyone.
Vile loved the taste of the meat,
and Harmful was lucky if he would
even get a treat.
While they were all enjoying
their bites.
Foul and Destructive howled at
the moonlight.
The queen got her wish,
but not by the hunter.
it's sad but the mother
sent her own daughter,
to her death.
And the prince soon
followed,
for he was swallowed,
by the wolf who killed
Red Ridding Hood,
Again he loved
the taste,
The prince was good.

Here we go again,
my friends,
A sick and twisted mind
is at it again.
Making more wicked rhymes
from old fairy tales
These are so brutal,
it is a crime.


(I'm not sure which is better, either way it was hard to make these up. Read #1 if you liked this one.)