dear darling dearest sister
the fairest lady in the world to me,
after my dear darling dearest mummy,
is but my dear darling dearest sister,
you too would agree if you had seen her.
on her head and cheeks i kissed my sister,
when she was away i missed my sister,
before long dolls were route and rouge was seen,
dear darling dearest sister was sixteen.
one moody morning in the month of may,
spotted my sister walking with much gay,
but to my surprise on my sister's side,
was the sonofabitch andrew mcbride.
they giggled and laughed and giggled some more,
they kissed goodbye at my family door,
mouselike i creeped and i followed the louse,
all the way till i found the bastard's house.
the number and street of both i took note,
and later that night a letter i wrote,
an invitation to an afternoon,
with tea, annie, anna and sister too.
on the envelope read 'mister mcbride',
and the wax sealed the lies contained inside,
post writing and sealing i rode alone,
to drop the letter at the fucker's home.
no rested in bed, for the terrors came,
in morn through the pane came a sunny sane,
showered and powdered and suddenly soon,
it was half past three in the afternoon.
'tat tat tat' went the rapping at the door,
i knew that it was mister mcbride for sure,
to his inquiries i replied that we were alone,
dear darling dearest sister wasn't at home.
stop! was my advise, pursue another!
then i proceeded to insult his mother,
he smirked and sneered as if it was a joke,
that, i cut short with a swift axes' stroke.
the table set and tablecloth'd with lace,
on a pink plate i placed his handsome face,
i raged as i stared at the dead man's head,
this face that made sister's vagina wet.
the cutlery cut and defaced his face,
soon the features were superbly misplaced,
gouged out his eyes, poor andy could not see!
that i used both his eyes to eyes my tea.
while wearing his lips as a red mustache,
dear darling dearest walked in and she gasped,
cried that andy was in love with her so!
and she too loved andy specially so.
i grabbed her neck for the bitch was in heat,
twas my duty to put the whore to sleep,
i kissed her cheek while slowly breathing stopped,
undressed them both and allowed them to fuck.
roots of love are hard but the fruit is sweet,
in my apple tree's shade buried beneath,
body and head of one mister mcbride,
and stupid slut sister of mine who died.
after my dear darling dearest mummy,
is but my dear darling dearest sister,
you too would agree if you had seen her.
on her head and cheeks i kissed my sister,
when she was away i missed my sister,
before long dolls were route and rouge was seen,
dear darling dearest sister was sixteen.
one moody morning in the month of may,
spotted my sister walking with much gay,
but to my surprise on my sister's side,
was the sonofabitch andrew mcbride.
they giggled and laughed and giggled some more,
they kissed goodbye at my family door,
mouselike i creeped and i followed the louse,
all the way till i found the bastard's house.
the number and street of both i took note,
and later that night a letter i wrote,
an invitation to an afternoon,
with tea, annie, anna and sister too.
on the envelope read 'mister mcbride',
and the wax sealed the lies contained inside,
post writing and sealing i rode alone,
to drop the letter at the fucker's home.
no rested in bed, for the terrors came,
in morn through the pane came a sunny sane,
showered and powdered and suddenly soon,
it was half past three in the afternoon.
'tat tat tat' went the rapping at the door,
i knew that it was mister mcbride for sure,
to his inquiries i replied that we were alone,
dear darling dearest sister wasn't at home.
stop! was my advise, pursue another!
then i proceeded to insult his mother,
he smirked and sneered as if it was a joke,
that, i cut short with a swift axes' stroke.
the table set and tablecloth'd with lace,
on a pink plate i placed his handsome face,
i raged as i stared at the dead man's head,
this face that made sister's vagina wet.
the cutlery cut and defaced his face,
soon the features were superbly misplaced,
gouged out his eyes, poor andy could not see!
that i used both his eyes to eyes my tea.
while wearing his lips as a red mustache,
dear darling dearest walked in and she gasped,
cried that andy was in love with her so!
and she too loved andy specially so.
i grabbed her neck for the bitch was in heat,
twas my duty to put the whore to sleep,
i kissed her cheek while slowly breathing stopped,
undressed them both and allowed them to fuck.
roots of love are hard but the fruit is sweet,
in my apple tree's shade buried beneath,
body and head of one mister mcbride,
and stupid slut sister of mine who died.