My friend Marilyn’s Freshly Pressed Blog, read it and weep at it’s genius. 🙂
I’m totally sure this is not what they had in mind when they suggested this
“Gonzo Geordie had an ax
To give her daddy forty whacks.
When that job was goodly done
Gonzo’s mom got forty-one.”
The neighborhood children, they be singin’ my song. Agin. My name be Gonzo. I love when they sing my song. I’m some body big. Biggest. Right Doc? Gonzo is famous. I’m a see-leb-ree-tee. Real deal.
“But why did you kill them? Your mother, your father,” Dr. Welby is asking me. Again. “Why? Did they hurt you?”
“No M’am” I tell him, smiling, friendly-like. I like Dr. Welby. Nice man. Can I can kill him too? Split that big head of his’n right down the middle. Like a melon. “No siree, nothin’ like that. They wuz always good to me.” I pause. I wait. He waits. We…
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