Baby P, rest in peace

Rest in peace, Baby P, for your now out of harms way.
In the arms of Jesus, where you will always be.
He saw that you were suffering when the angels carried you to him.
So lifted you out of his arms and put you down to play.

With tears in his eyes, he watches as you skip happily
Along the fields of heaven, with other angels.
Beaming from ear to ear, that smile upon your face.
For you are now free and secure in heaven, such a safe place.

So Baby P, Peter was your name, so they say
God bless you until we meet again in Heaven, our eternal home.
Where we will watch you play and forever safe you be.
As you are watched by the lord Jesus who loves you Baby P.

The lonely Strawberry

The Lonely strawberry

Such a sad sight to see the strawberry,
All on his lonesome,Oh How can this be
Lying in the plastic box, weeping silently
His brothers and his sisters were their murderers tea
And their murderer was me.

I look at this tiny fruit, and I am full of guilt
Nobody to play with, this strawberry is on his own
How can I be so horrible, How can I cause such pain
But the taste of that tangy strawberry will make me do it again

Those pathetic strawberries were meant to die
They led such brave lives
Their time is up, the days are numbered
As I slowly killed each one
But they are in their final resting place
The graveyard, MY FAT TUM

But seeing this lonely strawberry
I shed a tear at this sight
But my mouth waters
As I remember the taste
So I killed that tangy strawberry with one bite