The Ballad of Mini Lecter

[caption id="attachment_188" align="aligncenter" width="1200"]Zuzu learns to not eat the chickens. Zuzu learns to not eat the chickens.[/caption] The joy and promise of fresh eggs Spoticus, Guerra, and Giagantor their happy spring scratching is no more Like Anne Boleyn they lost their heads Zealous mini lector left all dead Feather tufts blow in the wind, Bloody history repeated. The chickens she loved And wanted to play Running bounding circles She left them to decay. Like Hanibal before her, The muzzle barely slowed her pace Now thirty-four chickens gone, Sent to a heavenly embrace She wears her punishment like a badge of honor Unless enclosed in an electric fence, all are organ donors. This is the dread and glory, Young mini lector's savage story .

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