Note: This was written last year in a moment of boredom... I think it might have been a German lesson I was in. I was never very good at that subject anyone. Time better spent writing. xD. I don't think this is one of my best ones, but I've been told it's very amusing at least, so why not?

P.S. People have told me before that some of the rhymes in this are a little juvenile. Now, I could rewrite it, except... well, fond memories of when I was younger. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote, and I don't want to change it now. Plus, most of this poem is (supposedly) being said by a little girl, so that's why it sounds juvenile. Anyway, enough of me rabidly defending my stories in a rather paranoid way. Enjoy!

Tell Me I’m Pretty

Tell me I’m pretty, the little girl said,

Tell me I’m pretty, before I smash in your head.

I have to be pretty; I have to be sweet,

And I have to be told that, or it's you that I'll beat.

Ask if I’ll date you, and marry you soon,

Tell me you love me, by the light of the moon.

Do be a sweetie, and do be a dear,

Again I’ll assure you, no one will hear.

I’ll tear out your throat, and then drink up the blood,

Cut out your heart till it falls in the mud.

If you still won’t kiss me, if I can’t have your love,

I’ll kill you for certain, and send you above.

I’m dying to date you, I think that you’re hot,

I like your cute smile, I like it a lot.

So tell me I’m pretty- pour out the truth,

Quit the shrill screaming, and stop being a goof.

The bleeding’s not that bad, I’ll stitch you back up,

Provided you promise that we can hook up.

Stop all that crying, or it’ll only get worse,

Give me a kiss, and then I’ll be your nurse.

Oh quit with the dying, before I get mad,

Or I’ll be tearing your head off, you insufferable lad.

I’ll sew you all up, and get rid of that red,

Or at least, I would do, if you weren’t already dead.

--- Isilthrar