Inspired by Tova, Roy and Maso
Published on April 14, 2008 By uDigItTheMost In Writing

They have been missing for days,

A family disappeared without a clue,

The whole town has been fazed,

And the police don't know what to do.

 

Do you know how easy it was to excute my plan?

It's because I'm fucking perfect,

I took, stole the whole damn clan,

Without this chef ever being a suspect.

 

Volunteers have joined in the search,

Even the Feds have climb aboard,

And the good people of the church,

Have even offered a reward.

 

I was out there leading the hunt,

Pleading on TV with every chance,

And later when I will saw my stunt,

I laughed till I pissed my pants.

 

It was all for naught,

They found their chopped off heads,

The killer will never be caught,

The FBI are positive he has fled.

 

Cutting off a head is easier than it seems,

Too bad there was only 4 lives,

Each skull came off clean,

With just a few swings from my cooking knives.

 

Biggest funeral the town ever saw,

Four cold grey caskets sealed,

Then they shared stories about them all,

Eulogies spoken at a church meal.

 

I fed the town my famous stew,

I say this to all those sinners,

The victims will always be with you,

Because tonight you ate them for dinner.

 

 


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on Apr 14, 2008
Whoa, creep-ola dude! In a way, it reminded me of Lewis Carroll's The Walrus and the Carpenter...


The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.


The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"


The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"


"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.


"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."


The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.


But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.


Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.


"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.


"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."


"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?


"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"


"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"


"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.


"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
on Apr 14, 2008
HAHAHAHAHA

At first I thought you misspelled "chief" like the head of police.

I got the whole story and it rhymed. I don't know how people do that..it is beyond my abilities.

Good job.
on Apr 14, 2008
Whoa, creep-ola dude!


Really! Great story. Just dont invite me to dinner.
on Apr 14, 2008

This was nasty!

Bravo!

on Apr 14, 2008

Pretty creepy and disturbing, honey...but some really good stuff.

on Apr 14, 2008

What a twisted tale, mate.  And talk about coincidental.  I'm actually writing a story about a cook at the moment.  Are we connected or what?

Awesome job and I love the rhymes.

on Apr 15, 2008
Haha! This is superb!

~Zoo

on Apr 15, 2008

Roy,

Whoa, creep-ola dude!

Thanks, Roy.

Lewis Carroll's The Walrus and the Carpenter

Not only did I like the poem I like the style he wrote it in. I should try it once.

 

Tova,

I got the whole story and it rhymed. I don't know how people do that..it is beyond my abilities.

Good job.

Thanks. Tova.

Just so you know when it comes to writing I highly doubt anything is beyond your abilities.

on Apr 15, 2008

Doc,

Really! Great story. Just dont invite me to dinner.

Thanks, Doc.

Don't you remember I'm invited to your house for those RIBEYES.

 

Kelly,

This was nasty!  Bravo!  

 

Thank you, Kelly. I'm glad you liked it and found it nasty.

 

on Apr 15, 2008

Rose,

  Pretty creepy and disturbing, honey...but some really good stuff.  

Thanks, Hon. But when you say, "Pretty creepy and disturbing", you aren't talking about me, are you?

on Apr 15, 2008

Mark,

What a twisted tale, mate.  And talk about coincidental.  I'm actually writing a story about a cook at the moment.  Are we connected or what?  Awesome job and I love the rhymes.  

 

Thanks so much, mate.

It's funny you mention a connection because there has been more than a few times when you have written an article and I told Rose, "Did you see Maso latest article? He's written about something I just wrote about in my notebook." It's spooky sometimes.

 

Zoo,

Haha! This is superb!  

 

Thanks, Zoo, and I loved that you and Tova laughed.

on Apr 15, 2008
Just so you know when it comes to writing I highly doubt anything is beyond your abilities.


Flattery? Well it will get you....EVERYWHERE...hahahaha.

No, seriously, I can't write like this, I have too many words in my head fighting to be used....

I think people who can paint vivid pictures with the least amount of words are truly TALENTED.

Maybe that should be our next JUWC challenge.

Paint a scene with as few words as possible.

Heh.
on Apr 15, 2008
Paint a scene with as few words as possible.


Hmm...sounds interesting. Definitely a challenge...when I get descriptive I become a little verbose sometimes.

~Zoo
on Apr 15, 2008

It's funny you mention a connection because there has been more than a few times when you have written an article and I told Rose, "Did you see Maso latest article? He's written about something I just wrote about in my notebook." It's spooky sometimes.

Maybe it is just a case of great minds thinking alike, mate. 

on Apr 17, 2008

Tova,


Maybe that should be our next JUWC challenge.

Paint a scene with as few words as possible.

That sounds like a great idea. I say you should start it.

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