Honey, I killed the kids,
Buried 'em in the back yard,
Don't you give me that look-
It's not like it was deliberate!
Oh honey, don't you cry,
Let's drive on over to France;
I know you always wanted to go-
Well, now we can have a life there!
Honey, I've been patient,
Please, it's not that big of a deal,
Accidents will happen,
And it's not like they had much of a future;
Timmy was a stoner
And I know Janey was the milkman's!
Those kids were going nowhere
And soon you'll be going with them!
You give me the creeps with friday being the 13th. Beware she might send you to join the kids first. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written, But that's some love story. " American Horror Stories " may be interested in writing the scrip. Seems that horror in every way, is in style today.