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So who else do you know that cleans their room wearing a gas mask?
and no, it's not a subculture thing, it's a "I hate dust, I have a gas mask, I just threw out my carpet with 10 years worth of dust, I need the gas mask."
And now, Some morbid poetry:
Little Willie hung his sister,
She was dead before we missed her.
Willie's always up to tricks!
Ain't he cute? He's only six!
Willie poisoned Father's tea.
Father died in agony.
Mother was extremely vexed.
"Really, Willie," she said, "What next?"
Into the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet because it kilt her.
Now we have to buy a filter.
Little Willie, on the track,
Didn't hear the engine squeal.
Now the engine's coming back,
Scraping Willie off the wheel.
The ice upon our pond's so thin
That Little Willie's fallen in!
We cannot reach him from the shore
Until the surface freezes more.
Ah me, my heart grows weary waiting --
Besides I want do some skating.
Willie saw some dynamite,
Couldn't understand it quite;
curiosity never pays:
It rained Willie seven days.
Willie with a thirst for gore
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said with Humor quaint,
"Willie dear, don't scratch the paint.
Little Willie fell down a drain;
Couldn't scramble out again.
Now he's floating in the sewer
The world is left one Willie fewer.
Willie, in one of his nice sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes.
Now, although the room grows chilly,
We haven't the heart to poke poor Willie.
Willie coming home from school.
Spied a dollar near a mule.
Stooped to get it, quiet as a mouse.
Funeral tomorrow at Willie's house.
<3 morbid fact du jour
and no, it's not a subculture thing, it's a "I hate dust, I have a gas mask, I just threw out my carpet with 10 years worth of dust, I need the gas mask."
And now, Some morbid poetry:
Little Willie hung his sister,
She was dead before we missed her.
Willie's always up to tricks!
Ain't he cute? He's only six!
Willie poisoned Father's tea.
Father died in agony.
Mother was extremely vexed.
"Really, Willie," she said, "What next?"
Into the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet because it kilt her.
Now we have to buy a filter.
Little Willie, on the track,
Didn't hear the engine squeal.
Now the engine's coming back,
Scraping Willie off the wheel.
The ice upon our pond's so thin
That Little Willie's fallen in!
We cannot reach him from the shore
Until the surface freezes more.
Ah me, my heart grows weary waiting --
Besides I want do some skating.
Willie saw some dynamite,
Couldn't understand it quite;
curiosity never pays:
It rained Willie seven days.
Willie with a thirst for gore
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said with Humor quaint,
"Willie dear, don't scratch the paint.
Little Willie fell down a drain;
Couldn't scramble out again.
Now he's floating in the sewer
The world is left one Willie fewer.
Willie, in one of his nice sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes.
Now, although the room grows chilly,
We haven't the heart to poke poor Willie.
Willie coming home from school.
Spied a dollar near a mule.
Stooped to get it, quiet as a mouse.
Funeral tomorrow at Willie's house.
<3 morbid fact du jour