The Ballad of Slippery Reese – A Poem

 

 

This is the ballad of Slippery Reese,

who was born all covered in grease.

It softened his flesh and his bones turned to dough,

so he could squeeze into crevice or crease.

 

He had a peculiar trick where he made himself slick

and slid under windows and doors.

He would flatten right down to the girth of a pound

and flap his flat limbs on the floor.

 

Despite this incredible gift,

it was a matter of ‘when’ and not ‘if’

Reese would turn his attention to crime,

but The Flat Bandit was captured with nary a fuss,

cause the police tracked the trail of slime.

 

A jury decreed he should hang for his deeds,

for they could not have a freak such as he loose.

Eventually though, they just let him go,

‘cause his neck wouldn’t stay in the noose.

A Triumphant Return

Well would you look at this, it’s only ANOTHER fucking blog!

Twisted Biscuits, as the name absolutely does not imply, is all about horror. You know, guts, blood, vomit, vampires, Frankensteins and what not.

Scary shit.

Books. Movies. Even some original stories written by me!

So if you get hard for all that stuff, you’re going to at least find something that could, in theory, pique your interest.

Obviously it’s early days right now, but stick around and we’ll hopefully work our way into a veritable frenzy of content – it’ll be like a whirlwind tearing up the internet. A REALLY SPOOKY WHIRLWIND.

Fuck yeah.

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Yours in despair,

Owen Morgan