On Monday, young Silas woke up, and with glee
decided to slaughter his whole family.

His eyes open wide with a sinister gleam,
he plotted and planned out his murderous scheme.

He’d gut with a knife and strike down with a spell.
He’d kill them and mince up the corpses so well.

He’d poison his mother, impale his old dad,
and garrote his brother, the poor little lad.

He’d chop up his sister and granmummy too,
their soft meaty bits to be served up like stew.

But then Silas paused, reconsidered his plan.
“Too messy to butcher the whole ghastly clan.

I can’t off them all, that is far too much gore.
Perhaps I’ll just start with the bully next door…”