One, two, three four
Someone's knocking on the door
Five, six, seven, eight
Pounding hard; don't make him wait
Eight, seven, six, five
Pray to God that you survive
Four, three, two, one
Time is up; he found the gun.
Pretty Penny, age of eight
Tread softly by the garden gate
Plucked a bloom though she'd been warned
Pricked her finger on a thorn
Crimson drops on petals fell
Heaven's milk turned wine of Hell
Sucked the blood so thick and red
Poisoned every word she said.
("Tread softly" is one of the common names of Cnidoscolus aconitifolius, also known as "finger rot" and "mala mujer." The plant has white flowers and is almost completely covered with sharp spines, which can be irritating and painful to the skin.)
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count With Mama Zen, Eight
