Here is a poem written by my thesis advisor in college.
Two saw George go to school that day.
Two saw George as he went out to play
With his tiny friends in the schoolyard park.
But when he returned under cover of dark,
None saw George and the sinister grin
That slowly grew upon his face
As he interred his best friend Tim,
Whom he had done in with his saws
Beneath the schoolyard jungle gym.
Now why did George do it?
Well, just because.
I knew there was a reason I liked my thesis advisor.
Worthy of Edward Gorey and The Gashlycrumb Tinies!
There is no higher praise.
You buried your friend Tim under the jungle jim? I smell a serial killer!
Bloody!!
I was going to say, “Your advisor was Edward Gorey?” but I see I’ve been beaten (with whips and chains) to the punch.
I wonder if there’s ever been a musical about children as serial killers….
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