Modern nursery rhymes
'Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow,
Her father has an abattoir
And struck a deadly blow
The lamb now scared and running
It's fleece as red as blood
Whilst Mary lies there bleeding
Next to where her father stood
Her Mother from the kitchen
Shouts, 'Mary is it you?'
And turns to see her husband
Her hopes dashed 'Oh it's you'
He walks toward her smiling
And pulls her to the door
She sees her bloody little lamb
As she falls down to the floor
The Father takes his shotgun
And climbs towards their bed
Then sitting on the padded edge
Let's a bullet find his head.
Mary had a little lamb
A family and farm
Who knew that supermarkets
Could 'negotiate' such harm
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