Once upon a time, there wa' a young lad who dinna
ever clean up 'is room. Garbage and smelly clothes
piled up in 'is room until 'is mum screamed in
fright every time she opened the door. One night,
after the piggy little brat went t' bed, a 'uge
monster climbed out from under a pile of rotting
underwear and sandwich crusts, grabbed the wee
boy by 'is stinking feet, and ate 'im, 'ead first,
whole, with the wee little ingrate's feet kicking
as 'e went down. If ye listened real close, ye
could 'ear the brat screaming from inside the
monster's gut as it climbed back under a pile
o' crap.
Now git t' bed, the lot 'o you, and don ferget
t' clean yer rooms.
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