Glasgow Grin

This was inspired by Harley Quinn and the Joker.

Pealing bells infuse the air
erupting gales of laughter.
A figure stirs with haunting grace
shadows trailing after.

The crimson blush of twisted lips,
painted in a grin,
Denies the beauty of her face,
hiding angel's sin.

A poor and little broken doll
of jagged, shattered pieces.
Torn asunder long ago,
her sputtering flame ceases.

Drifting through dark endless days,
longing to expire.
A splash of color draws her gaze,
Only to inspire.

Casting off the binding chains.
Ending of the strife.
Pleasure lives in cruel, scarred lips:
The edge of a knife.

The Sinner's Grave

By the sea on a moonlit night

A woman sings a mournful tune

There she makes an enchanting sight

Her song a sweet and haunting croon

Then comes a man that is ensnared

In her eternal siren song

She lures him in her plan prepared

To make him pay for his past wrong

She’ll take revenge for his great sin

The foolish mortal filled with greed

Did take the lives of all her kin

And filled her with a vengeful need

To honor all the souls she’s lost

Revenge she will extract this way

For one must always pay the cost

Of taking someone’s life away

Into the sea she bid him come

He follows her into the deep

Her song becomes a lilting hum

Adding to the souls she’ll reap

And there the souls of men doth wail

Creating a tormented hymn

Forever trapped in this cold jail

For sins created by their whim

Into a cell she leads him still

Forever in eternal Hell

He follows her against his will

Into the place he now will dwell

And then she leaves him to his pain

The price for all his sin and hate

This man who’s filled with such disdain

Has met with his deserving fate

So try to be a man that’s true

Remember that you should behave

For every wicked thing you do

Could send you to the Sinner’s Grave.

Bone Soup

A bit of fun for my cousin V.



An old woman got sick and died.

Everyone laughed and nobody cried.

Not going to Heaven, but down to get fried,

for taking and eating the bones that she spied,

from graves that the cemetery failed to hide.