There once was a girl named mary
Who had a pet canary
Locked in a cage
The bird filled with rage
And planned to ****** dear mary.
He picked the lock with his beak
One autumn eve so bleak
And made his escape
Mary’s door left agape
To her bedside he would sneak.
His eyes held a sinister gleam
And mary let out a blood-curdling scream
As he pecked at her eyes
And scratched at her thighs
Mary prayed it was all a bad dream.
After the vicious attack
Mary fell flat on her back
On the hardwood floor
Her pulse was no more
The canary flew away and never looked back.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 4:48 AM UTC
There once was a girl named mary
Who had a pet canary
Locked in a cage
The bird filled with rage
And planned to ****** dear mary.
He picked the lock with his beak
One autumn eve so bleak
And made his escape
Mary’s door left agape
To her bedside he would sneak.
His eyes held a sinister gleam
And mary let out a blood-curdling scream
As he pecked at her eyes
And scratched at her thighs
Mary prayed it was all a bad dream.
After the vicious attack
Mary fell flat on her back
On the hardwood floor
Her pulse was no more
The canary flew away and never looked back.
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