Here's something my grandpa (Poppop) taught me today. (He learned it when he was in second grade) Well, here it is:
It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house Egor was eating a poor little mouse.
The people were hung from the chimney with care, in the hopes that Count Dracula soon would be there.
The children were chained so snug in their beds with tiny little bullet holes straight through their heads.
With ma in her coffin, and I in my tomb were burried so deep in the same little room.
Then from the morgue there rose such a clatter I sprang from my slab to see what was the matter.
There nailed to the door was the mailman, and I knew in a moment it was the work of Egor...
It's morbid, but I like it. =]
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