Say it. I dare you to recite this to your children as they lie in bed — not because it’s that scary, but because of what will happen to them if you do…
“Butcher Bobby had a little hobby.
He cut up children who were gobby.
The law found out and got their man.
What was left of the Butcher fitted in a can.
But before he died, Bobby cried:
‘Tell my tale in the form of a rhyme and I shall return to repeat my crime.’”
I dare you…
Robert B.