An Isis Nursery Rhyme Poem by Donal Mahoney

An Isis Nursery Rhyme

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Listen, young lady,
this is the man

who will cut off your legs
and this is the man

who will cut off your arms
and this is the man

who will cut off your head
if you fail to tell us where

your parents hid the gold.
Had we known about the gold,

they'd be here, not over there
in chunks, baking in the sun.

Monday, November 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
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