Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Welcome to My Town of Secrets ❯ Welcome to My Town of Secrets ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: colichemarde 
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Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 485 | Visits: 436 | Status: Completed
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Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 485 | Visits: 436 | Status: Completed
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Copyright Colichemarde
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Why, hello there, what's your name?
Have you been here before?
Oh, you haven't? Well, that's neat
This is a good place to explore
On 9th you'll find a little kid
Whose name is Brian Roy
Who likes to swim and play softball
He's such a good, young boy
On Pier there is a young woman
She goes by Mary Clark
She has some problems, this is true
But she's honest to the heart
On Trent there lives an older man
Who is all by himself
His name is Hayden, and he seems shy
He keeps things on his shelves
These things are jars, and what inside
Are labelled true as can be
And when we were curious just one day
We went nearby to see
One jar said "Toad Oil" and one said "Flies"
Another read "Pecan Bark"
One other said "Dragonfly Tails" and then
We saw one that read "M. Clark"
"M. Clark?" we thought, "Why, isn't that
The girl right down the street?"
"What has he got of Mary Clark's
That he so wants to keep?"
We looked in closer, and came to find
More labels for us to read
"M. Clark's Lips" and "M. Clark's Hair"
And even "M. Clark's Feet"
We were scared, for we hadn't seen
Mary Clark in quite some time
We feared the worst for the one we knew
This was very out of line
When one week passed, we read it then
Inside the Weekend Print
Ms. Clark had died due to a man
Who'd always lived on Trent
He killed her because he found out
What she had done before
To the little boy who lived on 9th
It was something he abhorred
It wrote she raped young Brian Roy
And tortured him with knives
So he raped Mary Clark and then
He ended her short life
He kept her body parts, you see,
As memories for who was left
That should they act so horribly
He would come after them next
Oh, don't be frightened by this, now,
This was a long time ago
Please, don't worry, enjoy your stay
There is no more to know
Of the darker secrets of my town,
Locked deep inside its name,
When even the astute ones ask
"How can it be so plain?"
Copyright Colichemarde
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Why, hello there, what's your name?
Have you been here before?
Oh, you haven't? Well, that's neat
This is a good place to explore
On 9th you'll find a little kid
Whose name is Brian Roy
Who likes to swim and play softball
He's such a good, young boy
On Pier there is a young woman
She goes by Mary Clark
She has some problems, this is true
But she's honest to the heart
On Trent there lives an older man
Who is all by himself
His name is Hayden, and he seems shy
He keeps things on his shelves
These things are jars, and what inside
Are labelled true as can be
And when we were curious just one day
We went nearby to see
One jar said "Toad Oil" and one said "Flies"
Another read "Pecan Bark"
One other said "Dragonfly Tails" and then
We saw one that read "M. Clark"
"M. Clark?" we thought, "Why, isn't that
The girl right down the street?"
"What has he got of Mary Clark's
That he so wants to keep?"
We looked in closer, and came to find
More labels for us to read
"M. Clark's Lips" and "M. Clark's Hair"
And even "M. Clark's Feet"
We were scared, for we hadn't seen
Mary Clark in quite some time
We feared the worst for the one we knew
This was very out of line
When one week passed, we read it then
Inside the Weekend Print
Ms. Clark had died due to a man
Who'd always lived on Trent
He killed her because he found out
What she had done before
To the little boy who lived on 9th
It was something he abhorred
It wrote she raped young Brian Roy
And tortured him with knives
So he raped Mary Clark and then
He ended her short life
He kept her body parts, you see,
As memories for who was left
That should they act so horribly
He would come after them next
Oh, don't be frightened by this, now,
This was a long time ago
Please, don't worry, enjoy your stay
There is no more to know
Of the darker secrets of my town,
Locked deep inside its name,
When even the astute ones ask
"How can it be so plain?"