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Miss Goody Two Shoes...A Very Dark Poem

Miss Goody Two Shoes...A Very Dark Poem

Whiter than white,
Purer than snow.
A virginal saint,
You'd like to know.

Always the first,
To say how are you.
How can I help,
What can I do.

Caring and sharing,
All day through.
When you are ill.
She'll look after you.

Never the bearer,
Of any bad news.
A heaven sent teen,
One to amuse.

She simply exists,
Her name I did choose.
I simply call her,
Miss Goody Two Shoes.

For she holds secrets,
So dark and vile.
She loves to murder,
With her twisted smile.

She is a sick bitch,
A remorseless banshee.
She's killed hundreds,
With gratuitous glee.

For I'm the cop,
Who's on her case.
This Miss Goody Two Shoes,
With an angelic face.

She'll call on you,
So late at night.
Pretend she's lost,
So sad her plight.

You invite her in,
With such a thrill.
This innocent teen,
Who's dressed to kill.

She'll drug you up,
Half knock you out.
She enjoys her work,
You'll bleed and shout.

She'll draw you in,
Then cut your throat.
Over your carcass,
She'll dance and gloat.

She kills at random,
She kills for a kick.
Her jigsaw's aftermath,
So appalling and sick.

They think they're safe,
No harm will come.
But always with her,
Death will be done.

She'll sucker men in,
By playing cupids.
When they are drowsy,
Cut off their eyelids.

She'll strap you down,
Slowly skin you alive.
For you and your kind,
Her creativity does thrive.

Your blood will flow,
Your heart will race.
The last thing you see,
Is her smiling face.

With razor in hand,
She'll cut and she'll splice.
She'll tease and she'll toy,
She's so very precise.

And last to be severed,
You'll miss the most.
Fountains of blood,
Turning white as a ghost.

She will not stop,
She'll never falter.
All evil sacrificed,
Upon her bloody altar.

Her innocence stolen,
That wicked day.
She seeks payback,
In her own way.

A teenage grim reaper,
She's death incarnate.
Never mixed morals,
Her mind does debate.

She can't be stopped,
She's one of a kind.
So intensely driven,
With a killer's mind.

She is so macabre,
But no necrophile.
Each victim is,
A sick paedophile.

I will never catch her,
She loves her fun and games.
I text her very often,
And give her all their names.

 

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Being Me

🤣🤣 I love the twist at the end of this! The poem kept me reading all the way through. Brilliant story in rhyme x

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Shaun Cronick

Being Me thank you so much for your kind comment and the good people at the museum where I work all agree with you.
They love the double twist ending.
I have more dark themed poems to upload tomorrow night.
Thanks again and take care.

 

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Gwendoline

Oh WOW ! Shaun this is a superb dark and twisted tale. I just loved how this journeyed, ending ultimately with that fab twist!  Seriously great structure and fluidity throughout and your imagery is just perfect. There was a bit of a Sweeney Todd feel and also a bit of a lady in white feel to this fabulous write. Truly shows off your strength in visually capturing the reader with your amazing imagination 
So glad I got to read this :) 
Your friend Gwen x 

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Shaun Cronick

Greg many thanks and glad you enjoyed reading this dark tale and this is my daughter's favourite horror poem and there is another longer version on here of this poem and its sequel Miss Goody Two Shoes Returns.
And Greg I'm back tomorrow to read your latest poems, just been resting and out of the poetry loop, but sir your poems await me and other members also tomorrow.
Thanks again Greg for all your uplifting moral support, for I would be lost and it is not forgotten by this fellow and humbled member.

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Shaun Cronick

Gwen I was going to go to the land of nod but saw your comment and glad you enjoyed it and this is my daughter's favourite horror poem and there is another longer version on here with its sequel Miss Goody Two Shoes Returns.
So two for the price of one on offer which also opens the door for a third one.
Thanks for all your moral support and back tomorrow to have a poetic reader's delve into your latest/ older poems. 
Thanks again Gwen and try to get some sleep after reading!!!!...If you dare!!
Your friend Shaun.x.

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