There was a young curate whose brain
Was deranged from the use of cocaine;
He lured a small child
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No. I can't read about child abuse and child murder as part of a twisted nightmare out of a twisted mind. Yes, there is remarkable imagery here, and yes, the man has skills to go along with his kills. He probably has his fans and his audience and I am sure he won't miss my not being one of them. I do by the way like the title.
Forsooth, the attic listeth. Dark and twisted, to boot. But well-crafted, I'll admit.
In limerick #1, please correct the mis-spelling of cain, if you are abel. MM
Kudos, old Lord Cray for inventing this elegant way of suggesting a guest should give it a rest till much later in the day.
A poem by Edward Gorey Is a deliciously dark story Full of fantastical fear Best left unpoken but pleasant to hear In all its glorious allegory
Peculiar and quaint is his rhyme. They must have consumed all his time. These limericks are strange, and they rattle my brain when savored with vodka and lime.
He lured a small child! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Oh these are some mad twisted limericks, several degrees to dark, but funny if you have that humor.