Miss Goody Two Shoes...Complete Final Version. Poem by Shaun Cronick

Whiter than white,
Purer than snow.
A virginal saint,
You'd like to know.

Always the first,
To say how are you.
How can I help,
What can I do.

Caring and sharing,
All day through.
When you are ill.
She'll look after you.

Never the bearer,
Of any bad news.
A heaven sent teen,
One to amuse.

She simply exists,
Her name I did choose.
I simply call her,
Miss Goody Two Shoes.

For she holds secrets,
So dark and vile.
She loves to murder,
With her twisted smile.

She is a sick bitch,
A remorseless banshee.
She's killed hundreds,
With gratuitous glee.

For I'm the cop,
Who's on her case.
This Miss Goody Two Shoes,
With an angelic face.

She'll call on you,
So late at night.
Pretend she's lost,
So sad her plight.

You invite her in,
With such a thrill.
This innocent teen,
Who's dressed to kill.

She'll drug you up,
Half knock you out.
She enjoys her work,
You'll bleed and shout.

She'll draw you in,
Then cut your throat.
Over your carcass,
She'll dance and gloat.

She kills at random,
She kills for a kick.
Her jigsaw's aftermath,
So appalling and sick.

They think they're safe,
No harm will come.
But always with her,
Death will be done.

She'll sucker men in,
By playing cupids.
When they are drowsy,
Cut off their eyelids.

She'll strap you down,
Slowly skin you alive.
For you and your kind,
Her creativity does thrive.

Your blood will flow,
Your heart will race.
The last thing you see,
Is her smiling face.

With razor in hand,
She'll cut and she'll splice.
She'll tease and she'll toy,
She's so very precise.

And last to be severed,
You'll miss the most.
Fountains of blood,
Turning white as a ghost.

She will not stop,
She'll never falter.
All evil sacrificed,
Upon her bloody altar.

Her innocence stolen,
That wicked day.
She seeks payback,
In her own way.

A teenage grim reaper,
She's death incarnate.
Never mixed morals,
Her mind does debate.

She can't be stopped,
She's one of a kind.
So intensely driven,
With a killer's mind.

She is so macabre,
But no necrophile.
Each victim is,
A sick paedophile.

I will never catch her,
She loves her fun and games.
I text her very often,
And give her all their names.

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