Lizzie Poem by Ima Ryma

I am Lizzie Borden of fame,
For axing to death my Daddy
And Mommy. In the skip rope game,
They chant the whacks I did in glee.
Not guilty was the verdict found
At my trial for killing the folks.
But the story did stick around,
With me the brunt of all those jokes.
My parents - they made that mistake
Of treating me like a weak fool.
It was the last goof they would make,
As I picked up that handy tool.

I guess I was out of my mind,
But I did have an ax to grind.