Pungent Stench A Small Lunch
hello grandma, how do you like it? lying in the tub, thorough disemboweled can you remember, you always compelled me to eat and if I wasn't hungry, you gave me the stick now I am hungry, but please don't bother you don't have to cook because you're my lunch maybe the flesh is a little stingy it doesn't matter, it's good for my teeth your big strong arms with all their swollen vessels I'll keep in memory of the many slaps your brain with eggs and vegetable's I think it'll taste bloody delicious now there's only one thing you can do grandma, wish me jolly good