The Bedtime Butcher

You see a lonely pram
gently bouncing
two fat feet flailing
and peek inside
to find a face smiling
pixie-eyed, chubby-cheeked
(Don’t be fooled)

Pretty gurgles snag on giggles
arms outstretch inviting
your heart expands with
ache to take her home
to snuggle and sing
(Walk away)

You carry her to your house
play sing nourish change rock
place her cooing in a cradle
(Seriously — get out NOW)

And head off to your own bed
your last sleepy thought
“it’s finally my turn!”


She is a changeling
this dolly of darkness
with monstrous howling and flailing
(She’ll slaughter your sleep)

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