(n a s t y - r h y m e s )
S N I G G E R .
they all called him Mr Snigger
whatever for?
no one knew
mysterious silent
non.speaking non.meating
living alone in A S Y L U M.
walking nightly
through the small streets
of GUILDWRECK,
one might
catch a glimpse
in far distance
then suddenly Mr Snigger
was - putz weg.
- - - - -
all that twas long ago
- - - - - - - - -
at the Funeral
of our person in question,
no one was there;
the vicar of course,
absentminded all sermon,
planning his next vacation
Short story by KYREUS of Sweden
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Written on 2017-01-03 at 11:09
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