Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35817505-20181129015306

Three little girls, Sat on a wall, One fell off, And had a great fall, Her eyes got stabbed out, On some old rusty pipes, This dead little girl, Has lost her sight.

Two little girls, Sat on a wall, One girl was shot, And fell off the wall, The gunshot was loud, And had broken her ears, This dead little girl, Can no longer hear.

One little girl, Jumped off the wall, A branch slit her throat, Down on the fall, The dead little girl, Drowned in her blood, Can no longer speak, And made nothing but a thud.

No little girls, Sat on the wall, And no longer live, All of them gone, Their body's not found, They were not put to rest, They wander the town, They wander the town, At night when it's best.

"oh dear, oh dear, where is my sight" Said the dead little girl, the pipes still in her eyes.

Do not make a sound, Run away if you can, Or else she will hunt you, Till the day you are dead.

"Oh dear, oh dear, Why can't I hear?" Said the dead little girl, Who was one you should fear. Stay out of her sight, Hide if you must, Or she will hunt you, And make you, "One of us"

The third dead little girl, Can not make a sound, She is very tricky, Stay out of her surround, Make sure you are quite, Please don't be seen, For she is not nice, she is oh so mean.

Three little girls, Covered in red, They are no longer alive, But surely not dead.

Stay inside at night, Or you will die, They are not at rest, And they will lie, To make sure they take, back what they lost, For the little girls do know, What senses they've all lost. 