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A dark twist on an old tale

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
When she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

This went on a week, with both getting weak,
No sign of a meal, stale or fresh;
Then the old woman died and her doggy, he cried,
But ate, for a time, of her flesh.

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fayanora
Aug. 20th, 2009 02:25 am (UTC)
Yup. :-)
consortofvenus
Aug. 21st, 2009 06:25 pm (UTC)
That is fucking amazing. Send that shit into Grue.
fayanora
Aug. 22nd, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
Grue?
consortofvenus
Aug. 22nd, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
Ah, scratch that. It was a bad suggestion, because they do not apparently have a web presence. It's a horror magazine and it's good but you would have to order a copy to know that. It publishes poetry, too; stuff just like that. It's great. All very creepy.
fayanora
Aug. 22nd, 2009 03:30 am (UTC)
Cool.
fayanora
Aug. 22nd, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
The poem I wrote in the OP is even creepier if you consider the possibility that the dog is a human pretending to be a dog in some kind of kinky BDSM kind of thing. :-D
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