tragedy at mcfee manor

tragedy at mcfee manor
04/03/2008 - National Poetry Month post #3

Remember now the tragedy
of Little Carol Anne McFee,
a girl so filled with villainy,
no one would write her eulogy.

It was a winter blustery
when Carol Anne in secrecy
stole silent from the nursery
amid the family's revelry

"'Twas only to escape," thought she,
"the bitterness of dull ennui."
In truth it was hostility
towards all God's creatures running free.

The cat first tasted her cruelty--
she tied it to the Christmas tree
and set it fire just to see
if it would wail like a banshee.

She wanted to test gravity
so coaxed the puppy to floor three
and through the curtains billowy
she threw it to its injury.

She found a little mouse so wee
she put it in a cup of tea
so boiling hot the thing went "squeee!"
She mailed it off to Tennessee.

She thought she'd test her mastery
and got the bow for archery,
but with the shaft's delivery
she skewered sister's goose named Dee.

She spent her morning filled with glee
but in her own debauchery
she got to feeling quite carefree
and wandered past the boundary.

She walked along the scenery
and squished a lonely bumblebee
and laid waste an ant colony
while thinking it was comedy.

It got so dark she couldn't see.
Into a deep, dark hole fell she,
and lay there with a twisted knee
alone in her captivity.

A storm blew in ferociously
and in its raw brutality
it snowed all night til half past three
and covered Carol Anne McFee.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.