There was a Head who wasn’t very nice.
He made awful plans and didn’t think twice.
For Oscar, you see, was tired of sharing,
Sleep deprived, resentful and despairing.
He had eight siblings, far too much to bear,
Three sisters and four brothers and one undeclared.
One day he decided it was time to get tough.
He made his plans, for enough was enough!
Bertie was first for he was always a lout.
Susie was done in by her fondness for trout.
Jill was slain by an errant hero’s might.
Oswald conveniently died of fright.
Matilda drowned when she went for a drink.
Leslie was beheaded in an ice rink.
Bill was turned to stone by a medusa.
Mortimer was dispatched by a bazooka.
Delighted to now be a single chap,
Oscar lay down for a well deserved nap.
He awoke itching, terribly surprised,
For two heads grew back for each one that died!
Sixteen dreadful siblings! How unforeseen!
Oscar muttered lots of words quite obscene.
As you might be able to guess, I was looking at Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies tonight.
Created: Nov 29, 2010yvette Document Media