The Head from Hell

Little Mickey, the Mouse from Hell

Is He takin’ the piss? It’s so hard to tell

A threat masked in pep

To the bridge we all shlep

A hospital wing, for all those who fell

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A secure facility, for His victims to wail

Named, shamed and gamed, then setup to fail

Walled and secured

Bequeathed by His Lord’

God’s Gift of the Wing, we bow down and hail!

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Such a tiny Mouse with a behemoth head

Raised and stilted, on the bones of the dead

The thirtieth piece

Sliced from the deceased

Oh Judas, you are so well read

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Merchant of Venice, Architect of the wrecked

What conscience hast Thou, for the souls of the decked

Ship of faux jewels

Family of fools

Portia please save me, before He dissects

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But what shall we call Him, oh Lord of the Dread?

With His little black boots and His door chilling head

The pernicious Shylock?

Crowing peacock?

A snow-white marshmallow, painted with lead

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Ode to Little Mickey, the Mouse who roared

A powered throne, transmuted him clawed

An egotist

A puss-laden cyst

LITTLE MICKEY, THE MOUSE WHO GNAWED.

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Epilogue

Once upon a time, in a Land of brave Clans

Lived “Lord of the Mickey”, a sad excuse for a man …

Tim StiX Feb 2021

Tim StiX is a Software Engineer with over 20 years’ experience designing, developing and maintaining Web Technologies and is the Developer and Site Administrator of www.101world.net and bok.101world.net.

Tim StiX is The Sober Bard on Vocal.