Horror Rhymes

Write a nursery rhyme for grown up kids (like us)

It has to rhyme, the tackier the better.

Write as if it would scare the socks off a child at night.

Has to have a title

Can be based on an actual nursery rhyme, or completely from your own imagination.

No holds barred really..

Oh and one post per poet..

Little Timmy

Little Timmy Sinner
finished his dinner,
then asked for soup and more bread.

Because if little Timmy sinner
was any bloody thinner
little Timmy Sinner would surely be dead.

His father said bluntly
you've had enough ugly
now go and put yourself to bed.

Little Timmy Sinner
was pushed to the brink
and yelled "I said more soup and more bread".

His Father grew tall
threw Timmy through the wall,
then he chopped off little Timmy's head.


(guess Timmy should have been thankful for what he got)

Anyone should be able to do better than this piece of shit.

*To the tune of "The Wheels On The Bus"*

The house is on fire
And we're all gonna die!
All gonna die!
We're all gonna die!

The house is on fire
And we're all gonna die 
And there's nothing you can do! 

So i'll sit here and 
Add a little gasoline!
A little gasoline!
Add a little gasoline!

So i'll sit here and
Add a little gasoline
It'll all be over soon!

The childeren of the house
Are screaming really loud!
Screaming really loud!
Are screaming really loud!

The childeren of the house
Are screaming really loud!
Because I won't let them out!

You see The Wheels Of Fate
Go round and round..
Round and round..
Round and round..

The Wheels Of Fate Go 
Round and round..
I wonder who's next..

     悪魔の代弁者 Akuma no daibensha

"beware beware of guest brought here
And on the brink of hell may appear."
Of immoral men, who far excel
All th' inhabitants of hell.
let 'em in let 'em in
for the smell of burning skin.
here they will weep, a sorrow-some groan,
bodies decay and turn to stone.
sacrifices thee by soul,blood and lust.
randomness chant switch and adjust.
riches and happiness they deserve so well,
but they shall feel the hottest flames of hell.
eternal darkness of land that bring.
D.L.N the demons will sing.
"beware beware of guest brought here
And on the brink of hell may appear."

-Kuimiko Yamamoto
means- devils advocate

Check the closet

We read a poster placed on a wall
Of Josef Goebbells telling us his truth
That jews are the enemy, standing tall
We serve the fuhrer, absolute.
To kill the kike scum
We are to never succumb
And we must collectively eradicate
Zionist hate.
Load them onto the trucks
Bolshevik fucks
We are cleansing our nation
Heinrich Himmler says it's okay
Taking a jewboy to a camp
Turn him into a table-lamp
Zyklon B is the gas you'll use
When you want to get rid of a few million jews
The solution, a final one
And we've yet to reach the fun
Hunting and killing Jewish-kike scum
Until our creed is done
When you're heading off to bed
Never, never forget
To brush your teeth
And check the closet for a kike.

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I don't know how frightening this will be, If nothing else it should scare the bjesus out of every little girl.

Misty Mountain Hopp  
 
Long, long ago, IN THE DAYS OF YORE, when magic filled the air, there was a very small mouse named Ozzy. Ozzy was an orphan, but he didn't care. He had never known his parents, and he was ok with that because of precisely that; he had never known them(rumor had it they were eaten by a Ballox). Needless to say, he was terrified of Ballox.  
 So, Ozzy made a promise to himself that he would learn how to use the forest to his advantage, just in case a Ballox happened by. He knew how to get through the forest without making a sound or touching the ground.  
 His neighbors, the Titty Mouses, did their best to make his life miserable by taunting him. They made fun of him because they thought he was different. To them, different meant weird. Different, because he had never lived in a proper house,  his clothes were ratty, he scavenged off the land for his meals instead of growing a proper garden and buying the rest at the mouse market. He  even believed in Ballox, which everyone knew had died out years ago. His hair was long (at least for a mouse) and he danced in the moonlight to the most obnoxious loud music. For God's sake, he didn't even use roads like normal mice did.  
 They thought it  hilarious to see him swinging from the low lying branches, using leaves to skit across the pond and pieces of curling worm grass to pogo over rocks, bottomless pits, and time warp holes. Where was his honor!!!  
 They hated his choice of music, and would cover their ears as the words "I am Iron Man"  thumped out of his trumpet vine speakers just to annoy them. It sounded to them as if the Prince of Darkness himself was bellowing out the words. "  
 OH, Ballox " they would say, and stomp away when they heard him singing along with his crazy music.  
 Ozzy didn't care what they thought about the music he'd found and brought back with him that time he fell thru the time warp. He loved it. It made him feel powerful and strong, like a Rock.  
 This particular day, Ozzy was kicking back on his hemp hammock way high up in a tree where no one could see him unless they looked very, very hard. He was smoking some four leaf clovers out of his water reed to settle his nerves, when he thought he heard a sound below him.  
 Feeling too lazy to jump down and see what it was, he lolled his head over the side of the hammock and took a peeksee.  
 Ozzy almost pooped the seeds out that he'd had for breakfast.  
He knew it was a Ballox because it smelled horribly rotten like Fromunda cheeze. And Lord was it ugly. Ozzy had never seen anything uglier than the hairy Ballox beneath him. Why, it reminded him of two huge hairy figs that had dropped off a tree and rotted.  
 The Ballox was sniffing around the rabbit hole Ozzy lived in. Ozzy daren't move, breath or anything else to draw attention to himself. Slowly, the Ballox lifted his head and glanced around sniffing the air.  
 The thing had one huge eye in the middle of his forehead.The eye of the beast moved up,down and in circles trying to see if any lunch was around. After a couple of minutes the thing rolled down the road and out of sight.  
 What was it doing here? Why now, and where had it been hiding?  
Ozzy's long hair rose off of his neck, which made him look slightly similar to a dandelion. Ozzy was thinking of the different way's he could get food for himself without ever leaving the hammock, when he heard a blood curdling scream coming from the direction he had seen the Ballox disappear from.  
 "My baby, my baby" screamed MRS. Titty mouse as she came running down the road towards Ozzy.  
 "A Ballox ate my baby, a Ballox ate my baby"!!! she screamed.  
 "Are you sure the Ballox ate yo baby" yelled Ozzy? "Did you see the Ballox actually eat yo baby". "Did You? Did you actually see it EAT yo baby" he yelled again?  
 "Get a grip on yourself Mrs.Titty or I will never be able to help. If there is any chance at all, you need to tell me now".  
 Mrs. Titty mouse looked at Ozzy and with tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, "no I didn't see the Ballox actually eat my baby, but the Ballox grabbed him from his mouse pen in the front yard, rolled away with him right in front of my very eyes and ran towards the Misty Mountains".  
 Without thinking, Ozzy grabbed a branch and started swinging through the trees towards the Misty Mountains. He knew if the Ballox made it to the Misty Mountains he would never find them.  
 Little Ozzy swung through those trees like he'd never swung before, hand over hand, stopping for only seconds to make sure he was still on the Ballox trail.  
 He knew he was getting close when he started smelling the stench of Fromunda cheeze. Oh God that stunk. How could something possibly smell that bad. Someone needs to pick up those hairy figs and wash, thought Ozzy!! As the stench got stronger, Ozzy started slowing down, making sure he was making no noises, swinging silently.  
 And then,Ozzy could hear the beast, it's flap, flap, flapping sound as the hairy figs hit the ground.  
 Then the Ballox was in his sight. Fear tore through Ozzy's mind as he swung in the branches about the beast. It had to be the ugliest thing he'd ever seen. The Ballox was dripping a foul substance Ozzy believed could only be sweat from exertion. Ugly blue and purple veins pulsated up and down the two fig like body parts. Short black coarse hair in ugly patches curling from the sweat. It was an abomination.  
 Ozzy knew he only had seconds to save the small mouse clutched in the beasts arms as the misty Mountains loomed ahead. Seeing his chance, Ozzy swung low enough to actually touch the beast, but only plucked the bairn out of the Ballox grasp, wrapping his tail around the child so he could use both hands to swing up and around the the back side of the tree to where the Ballox wouldn't be able to see them. Up into the tree they went and Ozzy only stopped when he knew it would be safe.  
 Ozzy could hear the beast scream in rage, making hard flopping sounds. He peered down at the monster and watched as it rolled in circles, filth and mucusy sweat flinging all over. It could smell Ozzy but could not see him hiding up in the trees.  
 Wow man, that beast is having a kaniption fit for real, thought Ozzy. Not wanting to be caught, Ozzy looked at the small child in his arms and it smiled at him as Ozzy turned around silently heading towards home, leaving the beast confused as to where his meal had gone.  
 The bairn made not a sound until Ozzy swung up to the Titty mouses house, whereupon it started screaming hysterically for it's mother and leaped into her arms.  
 "Now, now sweet child", cooed it's mother. "No need to be a Titty Mouse Crybaby" she said and turned towards Ozzy.  
 "I will never be able to repay you for what you've done for our family. We were wrong about you. You are a very brave and smart mouse and I willy surely box the ears of any mouse who says different." said Mrs. Titty mouse. "Dinner, tomorrow night at six. Don't be late".  
 Ozzy's mouth dropped open in shock. He looked at Mrs. Titty mouse and then down at himself, seeing his raggety clothes. Looking back up at her he said "I've nothing to wear".  
 "Ballox," she said. "You look perfect just the way you are", and she smiled. "Six sharp".  
 Ozzy ran back to his rabbit hole, climbed back up to his hemp hammock, grabbed his water reed, his 4 leaf clovers and blazed the night away....  
I AM IRONMAN

(Old poem of mine, I think it fits here)

My kitty Lilly

I have a kitty
lets call her Lilly

she once was so tiny and small

but then my daddy, oh so silly
hurt my poor Lilly

he tried to ride her that day

soon she grew wider
from what he put inside her

He would feed her fishies all day

Wendigo lullaby:

He's brought you here amidst the gloom,
Smothered in darkness above.
Set in motion within this room,
A test to disprove love.
She's brought forth and the tears do swell.
You aided her birth,
Now here in Hell,
She loses her life at the dinner bell.
Dearest daughter Dalia.
You curse the form that took her life.
His malicious smile grows.
Seeking reason behind such strife,
Your panic beginning to show.
"To love or live, we will tempt your tastes".
For when food is scarce your mind will race,
But in the end you will have to face,
Your daunting daughter Dalia.
What feels like weeks go dragging by.
She is left just within your reach.
"You're starving now." He doesn't lie.
When ravenous, what laws you'll breach.
Left length enough to stroke her hair.
Once lively eyes give a glassy stare.
"What harm could come now if you dared,
Devour delicious daughter?"
Salivating at the sight of her,
You break within and seize her up.
Gorging yourself, a wolf without fur,
Greedily devouring its pup.
"Your love was weaker than your bite."
Against hunger there was no fight.
"Regret this for the rest of your life."
Dining on daughter Dalia.
Now he's not the one to fear,
The boogyman's off the hook.
Seasoned with the salt of tears,
This meat so tender uncooked.
When the flesh that falls right from the bone,
Brings memories of house and home,
She'll rise again, but not alone,
Demons of daughter devoured.
Half-consumed, she awakens here,
Her corpse is merely a machine,
Piloted by demons that feed on fear,
Determined to pick your bones clean.
Dalia is risen now from the grave,
For off your hunger you've failed to stave.
She is back and in your blood she"ll bathe.
Devoured daughter of the Devil.

ROGER

Roger was a quiet boy
who had no real friends.
He'd sit at home from dawn 'til dusk
until the sunset's end.

Sometimes Roger walked for miles,
but only in the night.
He'd play for hours on the heath,
with no-one else in sight.

One day Roger met a man
standing by a tree.
"Would you like a real friend?"
he asked. "Then come with me."

Roger smiled from ear to ear
and he did not feel alone.
"A real friend to have at last,"
he thought, "I can't wait to see his home!".

It was black as pitch as Roger stood
before his new friend's house.
"Go inside." the old man said,
as quiet as a mouse.

Roger stood in quiet awe
and looked around the room.
It was dark and cramped and cold and small
and he shuddered in the gloom.

Roger thought it best to leave
but this was left unsaid -
he didn't feel the hammer fall
and crack apart his head.

---

"He really was a quiet boy,
but our time together was brief."
The old man sighed these words once more,
picking Roger from his teeth.

“Big Vampir has Lost his Keep”
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Big Vampir has lost his keep
  And, he’s out tonight to find them,
Suck them dry, and he’ll come home
  And, leave their hearts behind them.

Big Vampir fell fast asleep
  And, dreamt he heard them crying,
But, when he awoke, he found it a joke
  For they were still not dying.

Then he took up his sharp hanging hook,
  determined for to find them,
He found them indeed, he was desperately in need,
  For they left their own hearts behind them.

WHOOPS-JUST SAW YOUR ONE POST REQUIREMENT~THIS ONE IS JUST FOR FUN (I'LL ENTER THE FIRST ONE):

“Blow, Wind, Blow!”
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Blow, wind, blow!  And  run, boy, run!
That the Werewolf may find his prey;
That the coroner may take it,
And, on the death bed inspect it,
And send his report the next day!

Fiendish Little Circles

Following footsteps
faintly in the snow,
I've got the scent
I know which way to go.

Fiendish little monster
smells like food.
Over fields, into woods
I look behind every tree.

The scent is strong
I expect it will jump out,
I hear myself breathing
whilst quietly looking about.

Suddenly in my face
a smiling circle with a frown,
I smack him over the head
terminally beat him down.

Left in excited shock
I'm ready to eat,
starting at the bottom
with its candy flavoured feet.

I feel other monsters
watching from afar,
eyes blinking in the darkness
little bar stewards!

Hushhhhhh lil baby...
Whiskey
Black.
 
Serenades
The wolves..
 
Flash backs..
 
Movements of
hard times..
Nursery rhymes..
And..
 
Mommies crimes..
 
Those men in masks..
 
I can hear footsteps..
and voices..
 
"So Where is she?"
 
"Probably in her room
hiding in the closet"..
 
"Who gets er' first?" ..
Hell..
where's my belt?..
 
She's a screamer!..
 
"Mommy!"
NO!
 
Mommy!!
 
Come here little girl..
You should be used
to this routine..
Its the pussy I enjoy..
And a must
I hear you scream..
 
To the point
I couldn't breathe..
 
The rhythm of my heartbeat
sang...
 
 
Hush lil baby
don't you cry..
.
.
.
.
God
isn't
coming
again
tonight.

cremation interrupted  
bony chunks remain  
Urn enough?
sterno boils the acorn soup  
hunger wont subside  
stalk protein?
paper cutter in our class  
medieval vestige  
try on flesh?  
finally the upper hand  
dissolve in acid  
flush down drain?
big brother cannon fodder  
suck Crack intact or  
fratricide?
addicted to lost embrace  
burn alive melt face  
live in ash?
shed my shroud of decency  
meander ugly  
hurt someone?
so numb cant feel my heartbeat  
among the ranks of  
Living Dead?
rancid carcass decomposed  
mold has taken hold  
dispose of?