The deadly Paul, though three feet tall,
Held a knife within his shirt,
And stomped around from place to place,
And every soul he met he hurt.

He cut in anger many a throat,
And slaughtered children, women, pets,
With a smile across his lips,
His scabby face you can’t forget.

Yet Anna Lee had found a tree
When he had vilely her pursued,
For he had found her dancing round
And eating healthy food.

He’d said with a smirk, to her out loud,
“You greedy glut, what do you do?
Eating is forbidden by my law,
And all must obey, including you.”

She’d begged him for some mercy
But he’d beat her till she desperately cried:
“Alas, no more, don’t hurt me,
I must have food, although I’ve tried

“To starve myself, as you’d commanded,
Lasted for some seven days,
But my stomach started breaking,
And my desperate mind was a-craze.”

In his rage he’d chased her round
But she had ran, as quick as she can,
And now she’s free within her tree,
A crying woman.

One day she’ll die a leafy death,
For evil priest won’t let her down.
He circles round the trees all days
And on his face, a murderous frown.


© 2001 Matt Everett