April, she is a smart little tike
Only two years old and riding a bike.
Skating with her is no big deal, and she
says the blessing at the noon day meal.
...
I am a demented girl who likes horror films.
I wonder what it would be like If I were the one being killed?
I hear the blood curdling sounds of those who die
I see decapitated heads falling from the sky.
...
A Poem For Granddaughter
April, she is a smart little tike
Only two years old and riding a bike.
Skating with her is no big deal, and she
says the blessing at the noon day meal.
Puts on her shoes and combs her hair,
talks and talks I do declare.
I can hardly wait to see her each week. She
runs into my arms and gets kissed on the cheek.
Grandpa and Grandma get the best love no doubt,
by the time we get home we are really wore out.
I enjoyed this demented poem. Loved it!