The revenge of little jane

Little Jane was a tiny gothic girl of six Who knew all sorts of magic tricks She’d melt the bible with her eyes And scar people’s minds with her funny, white lies She was soon found guilty for all her sins They sliced her wrists with razors and pins Her parents smiled and threw bricks with the angry pack While Little Jane cried that she’d be back Flash forward to the past from twenty years And see the whole world over their little Jane fears One day her mother swore she’d been in the house But her father confirmed that it had been a mouse They went to bed with their beloved cross Another day uncaring of their loss The next day at the crack of dawn The world found those poor parents dead on their lawn Their heads were gone and replaced with their hearts The rest neatly piled up in nearby shopping carts The world gasped and cried but ignored these horrors And returned to their home behind Christian oak doors Some whispered it could be little Jane While most dismissed it as someone else’s pain A dark night later the rain began to fall And little Jane rose to take them all She lured them out with the promise of new lives But all she had awaiting them were a thousand Ginzu knives And so little Jane in her spider web dress Made the townspeople of earth quite the ghastly mess She finished her massacre of death and fun Little Jane knew her revenge was done She crawled into her cockroach bed And closed her pretty eyes, at last she could be deadI actually liked this so if you didn't that's your sad story... Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 02:05 PM PST   18 • 0 • 9