Granny

Her lamps are made from thigh bones,
granny1Her spectacles from eyes,
And from the warm fat belly-guts
She makes those yummy pies.

She’ll make trolleys from a ribcage,
She’ll make a doily from some skin,
Their spleens are used to salt things with,
Which she enjoys with gin.

Their bums are used for pillows,
Their snouts to button sleeves,
I hope that you enjoy her home,
Because you’ll never leave.


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