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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365923" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Devil On The Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was coming on up to Christmas<br>When I received an unusual text, <br>‘We're travelling round the country and<br>We thought we'd visit you next.'<br>It was signed Giselle, the cousin from Hell, <br>And I shook right down to my boots, <br>For ‘we' meant daughter Annabelle Leigh<br>With a reputation to suit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think she was sired by a Demon down<br>In the Seventh Circle of Hell, <br>She'd never been smacked, not even a tap<br>When she'd scream, and shout and yell, <br>Her mother was one of those wussy types<br>Who'd studied psychology, <br>Was into behaviour models, rather<br>Than putting her over her knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came with their bag and baggage, said<br>They'd only be here for a month, <br>And Annabelle Leigh went on a spree<br>Spitting all over our lunch, <br>‘Now don't be naughty, ' her mother said, <br>‘Or you'll make your uncle mad! '<br>‘I hate him! ' she said, looking at me, <br>‘You tell him he's not my Dad! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought, ‘Thank God for that! ' there are<br>Small mercies in this world, <br>And one, not being the father of<br>This hateful, spiteful girl, <br>She turned my home to a charnel house<br>When she cauterised the cat, <br>Burning the fur of my Burmese with<br>A basin of scalding fat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked if ever she'd sought the help<br>Of a child psychologist, <br>Giselle just sat and she simpered, ‘Oh, <br>She's never as bad as this! <br>You must have done something to worry her, <br>Keep calm, and try to be nice.'<br>But I was too busy to answer, while<br>Packing the cat in ice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Children need to feel valued, ' said<br>Giselle, one day to me, <br>But I was stood by the window <br>Watching her kid ring-bark my tree, <br>She cut off the neighbour's pony-tail<br>As she lay asleep on the deck, <br>My hands were jerking in spasms as<br>I thought of them round her neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Christmas-time out shopping she<br>Demanded the best of dolls, <br>Would scream, and fill up the shopping cart<br>With fairies, dwarfs and trolls, <br>But when it was too expensive and<br>Giselle said, ‘Put it back! '<br>She'd lie on the floor and hold her breath<br>‘Til her face was almost black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Christmas Eve, I trimmed the tree<br>At about the midnight hour, <br>As I wrapped the various packages, I<br>Could feel her in my power, <br>She wouldn't forget this Christmas was<br>The promise I made to me, <br>For two could play at the naughty game<br>She'd find out, Annabelle Leigh! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the fairy from the top<br>Of the tree that it had graced, <br>Unwrapped the special surprise I'd bought<br>And put it in her place, <br>A large black rubber devil with<br>Red eyes and a pair of horns, <br>And a tongue that sprung from its evil face<br>For a foot and a half or more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd coated the tongue with Rapid-fix<br>That instant stick cement, <br>And added the smell of rotting flesh<br>And Burmese excrement, <br>At dawn, when Annabelle Leigh came down<br>She looked for the fluffy dog, <br>But when she opened the parcel it<br>Was just my exploding frog! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frog was coated in treacle that<br>Was stuck to her hands and hair, <br>She got out a single scream before<br>Her mother came running there, <br>The spring released on the devil that<br>Came leaping out of the tree, <br>Its tongue flew out, and stuck to the lip<br>Of that darling, Annabelle Leigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stared in the big black devil's eyes<br>As it hung, and bounced from her lip, <br>The eyes popped out and revolved as well, <br>Giselle came out, and flipped, <br>I doubt they'll ever dropp in on me<br>Again, they left in a whirl, <br>Annabelle sees a psychiatrist, <br>A well behaved little girl! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">23 November 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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‘We're travelling round the country and
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