Willie, with a taste for gore,
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said, with humor quaint,
“Now Willie, dear, don’t scratch the paint.”
Into the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She’s still there, because it kilt her.
Now we have to buy a filter.
Willie poisoned Auntie’s tea.
Auntie died in agony.
Uncle came and looked quite vexed.
“Really, Will,” he said. “What next?”