Inspired by the true-crime this thread has been mentioning lately, I present to you:
The Ballad of The Amhole
Paul Mendoza took an axe
Gave his husband forty whacks
When he saw what he had done,
he chopped his dick off just for fun.
Bled out on the filthy floor
Regretting he had not killed more.
Kevin walked into the room
Drew his breath, began to coom.
Yanked the axe from Bonnie’s body,
Felt inspired and quite naughty!
Giggled softly, walked outside
to bloody up the countryside.
Phil was first, he went down quick
Kevin took a break to schlick.
Jen was next, ever complaining,
Kev thought, “asking for a braining.”
Josie put up little fight
His eyes had never held much light.
Kevin, with the deed complete
Thought to have a little treat.
Headed towards the ‘paca shed
“None to judge me, they’re all dead.”
Killed the ‘pacas, all but one,
It’s time for Kev to have his fun.
The last alpaca in his sight
Staring straight, prepared to fight.
Sensed her virtue was at stake
From this zoophilic fatass rake.
Her breathing evened, ears turned out
As Kevin raised his head to shout:
“I’ve lusted for your sweet embrace
Though Bonnie called it a disgrace.
My female clitty’d get so hard
When I would watch you in the yard.
But Bonnie’s dead so now we can!”
“Fuck you, you’re fat and you’re a man.”
With that, the paca’s hoof aimed true
And kicked ‘til her furred face went blue.
She kicked and kicked and kicked some more
Tenaciously, til she was sore.
She’d killed that which had killed her soul.
Thus ends the ballad of Amhole.
