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Three Dead Kids

 
Tom, Dick and Harry
By a babbling brook
With their science book
Sitting astride a felled log
They disembowelled a frog
Tom looked to the sky
As an eagle flew by
He shot it
They got it
And ripped it to shreds
Looking for eggs
Still wearing their scientist hat
Dick beheaded a water rat
Using their text book as a guide
They looked intently inside
Ignoring the risk from germs
Harry chopped up live worms
Jam jarred bees removed their stings
Netted butterflies pulling of their wings
In the stream they caught small fish
Put them under foot then gleefully squished
For Tom this was science experimental
For Dick being a dick, it was all incidental
Harry went along with it because he was mental
These three, cruel little shits
Too stupid to be half wits
All three were sick in the head
Preferring things that were dead
But on the way home
In a field by the veladrome
They saw a rabbit
They tried to grab it
Tom got it with his knife
And quickly ended its life
It was the best of chases
They bloodied their faces
And walked to the gate
Unaware of their fate
They met Dom, Mick and Hairy
Three pitbulls, real scary
Ready for scarring
Frothing an snarling
Dom ripped out Tom’s throat
Mick snapped of Dick’s dick and scrote
Hairy opened Harry’s rib cage
Three kids screaming dogs in a rage
Three kids dead
The dogs have been fed
And for all this drama
I now believe in karma
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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