Dark Humour:. Dear Miss Cecil.

¶ Miss Cecil, a famous model

In her advanced years,

Walked down the dark lonely alley, out of wear.

~

She looked at the test results in her hands,

As if to confirm if they were real.

Oh sorrow! But, yes they were real.

Sitting there, white and rectangular and carrying the hospital's bands.

~

She looked up again with pain in her eyes.

Indeed! She was pitiful.

As she walked,

She thought,

'Oh, how time flies!

If only I could turn time back,

Then I would fix things,

And stop feeling this pain, this anguish that slaps and stings!'

~

She walked along and heard a noise,

And turned back on a look out, like a royal Roy.

~

But nay! nothing, nothing in sight!

Just a trash can unmoving in dark blue night.

~

She walked along and continued to wallow in her wail,

Then heard another noise that made her pale.

~

Tis the sound of heavy metal footsteps,

She turned again, still no one in sight!

Now that really really gave her frights!

~

She hurried her steps to run,

And walked deep deep into the dark depts,

As she did she felt those dreadful chills,

That made her shiver from her head to her heels!

~

¶ Again those footsteps resounded in her ears,

And for her life, she dearly feared!

~

She turned back as she ran,

And saw the most dreadful looking man!

~

There he was, running to catch up,

With his long black coat and his foot in iron boots stuck.

~

His head enclosed in a purple hat,

With his face laced with scars and scabs!

Oh yes! he was that really bad!

~

Alas, alas! poor miss Cecil,

To think how fearful she must feel,

As if she hadn't enough on her plate,

Now some brute might harm her,

Some stubborn ingrate!

~

He lunged at her with his mighty hands,

And knocked her out unconscious,

SPICK and SPAN!.

~

He lifted her on his huge mighty shoulders,

And walked away, his footsteps resounding,

Like falling boulders.

~

He took her into his old shack that shook,

And hung his coat on a shaky hook.

~

He laid her roughly down on an old sleazy couch,

And shuffled around with a lazy slouch!

~

Later, he came in front of her with a sharp cleaver,

And nodded his head, hither to thither!

~

He held the cleaver and sliced her up into portions,

And put her in the pot to boil, like a devilish potion!

~

Alas! Miss Cecil boiled and done,

Got served up by the horrifying rot!

~

He looked at her on his plate steaming and strange,

And said,

'What a good dinner this will be!!'.

~

Some minutes later he finished his 'meal',

And licked his plate making it SPICK and CLEAN.

~

He went to his mat to sleep and on his way,

Saw the white rectangular paper the woman was holding,

~

He opened it up and read the test report inside.

And the first thing he read made him bored and made him sigh!

~

He opened the second paper and read,

And as he did, he couldn't have felt more dead!

~

The next thing he read gave him more chills.

For the woman, oh dear, may her soul rest in peace,

Had been diagnosed with the deadly illness: Leprosy!

PRESENTING: ™🍄🖤 BlackDUPS