Murder In The School-Ground (Rewritten) Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

She's no-one's fool,
She's smart and cool,
All the boys fancy her at school!

They'd like to feel
To make her squeal,
She's a helluva lot of sex-appeal.

I may be thick
But it makes me sick,
I know what makes those bastards tick.

It isn't fair
But I don't care,
They have a life I'll never share!

I see them run
And have their fun,
But I am happy with my gun.

For what it's worth,
I was crippled at birth,
I'm the ugliest kid who walks this earth!

And what a surprise!
A young girl dies,
I've quenched the laughter in her eyes.

That was yesterday,
As the papers say,
I've made those normal children pay!

The doctors said
I'm sick in the head
For wanting to see my scoolmates dead

It was against their law
And they've locked the door
But I won't feel jealous anymore.