Dear Herbert
Wishing you a merry time
even though you don’t like rhyme.
The season of goodwill is here
so put away your axe, my dear.
There’s no-one left for you to maim –
time to come back home again?
mama loves you, don’t forget
(just don’t bring that nasty pet..)
love mama.
2 comments:
It's hard to be the mother of a serial killer.
I wonder how Death's Mom feels (and if Terry Pratchett ever toyed with the idea?)
That would be such a great story!
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