I'd heard a few of these in
seventh grade (a loooooong time ago). They are just the sort of sick things a
12-year-old dearly loves.
Two more that I recall from
that time:
Willie, with a thirst for
gore,
Nailed his sister to the
door.
Mother said, with
humour quaint,
"Now, Willie, dear,
don't scratch the paint."
Into the family
drinking well
Willie pushed his
sister Nell.
She's in there yet, because it
kilt her
Now we have to buy a
filter.
Did anyone mention yet that they're extremely
misogynistic? Definitely heaven for a 12-year-old. I eventually grue out of them.