“I have a deadly nightshade

So twisted does it grow-

with berries black as midnight

And a skull as white as snow

The vicar’s cocky young son

Came to drink my tea

He touched me without asking

now he’s buried ‘neath a tree”

— trad “Girls Skipping Rhyme” from Chokely in Wynterset

don’t get mad. get even.

Jan Kops [Public domain or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)], via Wikimedia Commons

Walking to my job and he called me names

Tried to grab my body and called it games

Talked to his mother and got some poison ivy

Enough in his shorts that now he’s walking lively

How many days is he gonna itch?

One

Two

Three

Four

I thought he was a friend of mine and then he spiked my drink

Woke up in the morning and I could barely think

He told the boys that I’m a slut and barely stirred his willy

So the next thing served him in the bar had a big dose of lily.

How many sips do you think it will take?

One

Two

Three

Four

Johnny bought me one drink

Johnny bought me two

Johnny made me do things

I didn’t want to do

Johnny came for coffee

I put hemlock in his tea

Now Johnny can’t do anything

To anyone or me.

How many breaths does

Johnny have left?

One

Two

Three

Four

Oleander oleander

such a flower you’ve got

Oleander oleander

stewing in a pot.

Waiting for the day that Billy uses fists

or ties her up again or breaks her wrists

How many drops will do Billy in?

One

Two

Three

Four