Igorephony

There once a was a girl spoiled and 'strought 
          	
          	She had many things but wanted what she had not
          	
          	Terrible and pungent of the tricks she played
          	
          	They sent her away 
          	Despite begging to stay 
          	
          	The doctor dragged her out the front door and to the lawn
          	
          	Into the stretcher 
          	The car
          	And she was gone
          	
          	When they arrived to that grotesque place
          	
          	There were many of screams that brung disgust to her face   
          	
          	She cried and wept
          	For the place she was kept
          	 
          	But this was only for the place good toys that slept 
          	
          	He pulled her hair 
          	and boiled her alive
          	
          	Chained her to the bed 
          	Foiled her dress
          	And plucked at her eyes
          	
          	Measured her head to her toes 
          	
          	She declared enough was enough she wanted to go
          	
          	She ranted a plea 
          	In her rottenness spree 
          	
          	But no one listened to the delirious little girl
          	As her skin he would curl
          	
          	Stretched and pulled 
          	Around the dolly shaped mold 
          	
          	The rotten little girl is turned to gold 
          	~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
          	-terrible continuation requested from NO ONE 
          	  

Igorephony

There once a was a girl spoiled and 'strought 
          
          She had many things but wanted what she had not
          
          Terrible and pungent of the tricks she played
          
          They sent her away 
          Despite begging to stay 
          
          The doctor dragged her out the front door and to the lawn
          
          Into the stretcher 
          The car
          And she was gone
          
          When they arrived to that grotesque place
          
          There were many of screams that brung disgust to her face   
          
          She cried and wept
          For the place she was kept
           
          But this was only for the place good toys that slept 
          
          He pulled her hair 
          and boiled her alive
          
          Chained her to the bed 
          Foiled her dress
          And plucked at her eyes
          
          Measured her head to her toes 
          
          She declared enough was enough she wanted to go
          
          She ranted a plea 
          In her rottenness spree 
          
          But no one listened to the delirious little girl
          As her skin he would curl
          
          Stretched and pulled 
          Around the dolly shaped mold 
          
          The rotten little girl is turned to gold 
          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
          -terrible continuation requested from NO ONE 
            

Igorephony

          As she listens to the rain drop 
          All the way on the top
          She finds her self confused in the dark
          All alone
          Searching for a place called home 
          She wanders through the empty streets
          And now she starts to cry
          Sitting by her self 
          The doll on the wooden shelf
          "Little girl" he says to her
          Now her mind starts to stir 
          And with her light gentle pur
          She says "hello?"
          And he bows 
          "are you lost" he says with a grin
          She nods and he starts to begin 
          "count to three my child"
          "1...2...3..."she whispers
          And he bangs that head of hers
          And now she is killed bit by bit
          And now he works in candle light
          Softly in the night 
          And when morning comes 
          He opens up shop
          And with a delightful pop
          The dolls sit on the wooden shelf
          Wile he sells the dolls of hell