PARODY Poem: A Nursery Rhyme by Hannibal Lecter, by Tracy Davidson

Clarice had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow,
Until the night they chopped him up –
When he got a blood-red glow.

Clarice can hear the little lamb
Still screaming in the night,
She tries to save him in her dreams
But never wins the fight.

Clarice loved that little lamb,
Thought it was a darling.
I love the way she lingers here,
My poor and injured Starling.

Clarice asked me what I’d have done
If the little lamb were mine.
I said I’d have ate his liver
With some fava beans and wine.

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