The Hannibal Lecter Christmas Poem
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
For I just ate my spouse.
The only sound audible was the howl the air made
As I was still smelling my wife bake. Cookies.
But the cooking time was lengthy,
And after an hour, I only got angry.
I smothered her with a tissue,
And shut all my blinds,
And I finished eating her at half past nine
Then I knitted a sweater using her hair,
When the sound of a buzzer filled the air.
The cookies are done! And I ate them alone.
Then I picked clean my teeth using a bit of her femur bone.
I'm only kidding! I'm not that sick!
Why would I go out and eat a chick?
It's only a joke; I wouldn't kill Mai...
...Or would I?
Happy Merry Christmas.
This was a poem I wrote in 2009 for Christmas. Why am I putting it up in October? There's probably a reason. Not sure why yet.
Al la fin to the max.