Charlie Ten-Knives

It was half passed two-o-clock
Sammy was down by the Cripple docks
To the sea his nose would be
Taking shallow breathes of a nicotine breeze

Godless was the time, weather, and place
Charlie had bruises all over his face
He drove around in a rusted school van
Instead of nails, he had cutlery hands

With pen and ink he would spill the beans
About what went down at the murder scene
But no one eva' found poor ole Sam
Sheriff said, "Deputy, we have more demands -

Charlie wants heads, he wants 'em cooked-
he wants the three dead kids down by the brook-
and with that he wants a new set of knives-
if not he's killin' by a quarter-to-five."

Deputy said, "Sir, I don't think tonight-
we should be looking for Charlie Ten-knives-
He's a crafty son-a-b***h with a big appetite-
he'd eat us all and still have room for our wives."

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Very dark, but entertaining. Enjoyed reading this. :)

[Zack Valenta]

Thank you! :)