The Wicked Step-shoeIt was a Saturday morning.
And then everything decided to happen at once.
Fathers old alarm clock rang loudly throughout the house.
The post arrived with a package for Jeremy.
A hammer was found inside of the icebox.
The telephone rang, only to be unanswered.
A cat whom no one recognized darted out from beneath the table.
The sitting room window was found to have been ajar all night.
A shingle fell from the roof.
Tiffany misplaced her stocking.
A horse was found asleep on the covered patio.
Fredericks train set seemed to have set itself up in the dining room over night.
A bluebird chick died in the park.
The stairs to the attic crumbled from age.
The family dog could be heard barking from the ledge inside the flue.
All the stoplights downtown turned yellow in the same instant.
The glass at the back of the cabinet cracked.
A black rabbit ran from the garden.
Grandmothers spectacles went missing.
Grandmother went missing shortly after.
A man across town spilt his soup.
GW-Father's Stolen Ties
~Winifred Jones was quite smimy
Also Winifreds neck was quite tiny
It is no great surprise
To my unholy eyes
That Winifreds ghost is quite slimy
~Young Charles had a great love of bows
The exact reason nobody knows
He will ruin his tux
Of one hundred bucks
By standing outside when it snows
~Peter has his arm in a sling
And looks like a pitiful thing
For he played on the hill
Against his mums will
Then went flying right out of the swing
~Desmund is out there in the yard
But to find him would be rather hard;
Hes been missing all day,
But whats there to say?
Hes burying his final card
~Carolines having a fit
This one has lasted a bit
Shes speaking of thugs
And tearing up rugs
I simply can no longer stand it!
~A handsome cab passed through the way
It stopped at the curb and did stay
And to me it may seem
That I heard a scream
As if some lady has been done away
~So tell me if you might have heard
Of the death of Winnie the third
She looked to
Gorey Work-The Baneberry Dames
Ah! The Baneberry Dames!
What can be said about such a ruthless house of hens? There was Tall Tessa, Naomi, Emily Jones and Emily Perkins, little Molly Callahan, Michaela Danes, Shelly Danes, Britt Danes (in order of age) and their ringleader Mrs. Amanda McClain.
A small group of ruffians, as far as gangs go, but highly effective in what they did. The gang had started out large, before Mrs. McClain took over, but once in control she began weeding out all the lazy, cowardice, or useless members, leaving an elite force of assassins that were the best at what they did and specialized in rare talents.
Tall Tessa and McClain herself were expert torturers and built many rigs together with which to questions their victims. The two youngest members, Naomi and Britt, were excellent sneaks and often set the task of setting traps or bombs in the dead of night. Emily Jones and Shelly Danes knew their way around guns better than their makers. Perkins and the eldest Danes planned most every heist or
O! tiny moth that drifts upon the night,
What do you seek beyond this warming light?
From moon to stars to the sun at dawn,
All that you once knew now is gone.
This butterfly that floats upon the breeze
Landing in the shadows under the trees,
Then taking off flying into the west
Following the sun and never to rest.
These two heroes will live out their days
Continuing to fly their separate ways.
Gladly to meet if ever they could,
These two fairies of kindred blood.
Solembun the Gypsy Cat
Solembun the gypsy cat, as dusty as the prairie,
Has long striped fur full of knots (and Solem is quite hairy)
As shabby and as tattered as the day and night is long,
He loves to travel about while he sings his gypsy song.
But he can be the wisest of cats you might ever meet
For he can make a potion that will sooth your tired feet,
He can make many potions for health or beauty or sleep
So that you might rest at night without having to count sheep.
Solembun reads tarot cards along with sun, stars, and moon,
He can tell you of good times --or of your impending doom.
Hell see next week in your tea and your life upon your palm,
And always this sleepy cat has an eerie sense of calm.
Sometimes in town hell clean up, brushing out his dusty coat
Washing his face and his paws, and shaking off all the soot.
But that wont stop this cat from rolling around in the dust
And while on the road he cleans his fur only when he must.
Solembun enjoys watching the dancing the gypsies do