WEE!

My Mister Pokey, look at this knife.

Looks like it could take a life

All shiny and gleamy

Sinking into flesh, all clingy

Blood will flow out of their neck

Pooling while they go to heck

Then the gleamy strikes again

Slice through air like little wren

Smile, Mister Pokey dear,

While others scream in fear

Some call you a hand puppet

But I know that you’re no such muppet

Now grab the shiny with both hands

Wrap your body round like bands

And play a game of stabs and thrusts

Until the knife decays and rusts

WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!