Little Mary went to the hill,
Met there Bill
Who certainly will
Little Mary kill.
With plenty of time
And nothing in mind.
Surely not kind.
You’ll soon be dead.
Gone is your head.
Your blood, ooh, so red!
What about Bill? He certainly sold
His soul to the Devil, his soul so cold.
And the Devil, he hailed for Billy-Boy Bold.
11 comments:
I wonder what price the Devil might offer for a fresh soul these days. ;-)
Oh, this is so great, Susu! Ugly Billy, bad Billy! I just love this!
That's a tricky question, Kenneth, because sometimes it feels that nothing is enough. I bet the Devil has to make quite an offer...
Elegia, I knew you'd love this. You're weird....(I am not, I just write this stuff, ha ha)
Oh Bill!
I like this too! Nothings better than some black sick stuff carefully disguised into a nursery rhime.
Speak of the Billy... Sorry, I have to post a link:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=x58qjFXilxw
naughty naughty Billy-Boy,
hope we will never met
I have to laugh and laugh at all of the comments here. You're all so adorable and so funny ... what would I do without you? Ut oh! Here comes BILLY! RUN!!!
My man Bill, HPY:))
Nursery rhimes are a good disguise to anything nasty, Little sister...
Elegia, such a nasty little sperm!!!
I hope that too, Griesmail.
Mick, we are such a weird bunch out here...RUN!!!!! He's coming!!!!!!
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