Miss Goody Two Shoes Returns Poem by Shaun Cronick

Whiter than white,
Purer than snow.
A virginal saint,
You'd like to know...

Miss Goody Two Shoes Returns

She's come back,
Back for more.
This murderous teen,
They do deplore.

Her new tale to tell,
Drenched in blood.
Victims slaughtered,
In a crimson flood.

She's been abroad,
A dark holiday.
With bodies strewn,
Their limbs astray.

She prizes her work,
So loves to play.
Home or abroad,
All are her prey.

Her razor sharpened,
Her killing arts honed.
Up close and personal,
All flayed and boned.

Six perverts slain,
In Paris France.
Half a dozen,
Given no chance.

She's so macabre,
She's so attentive.
For her skills,
Are so inventive.

Skins are flayed,
Tongues do sever.
To work in silence,
At her pleasure.

Her teen looks,
Are her lure.
Against all evil,
She's the cure.

More gone now,
A whole flock.
This deceptive teen,
Out to shock.

Against her,
All hope is lost
The price you pay,
Is your life lost.

No pity shown,
Of mercy immune.
Targeting paedophiles,
All innards strewn.

So many to kill,
So many to choose.
An endless list,
For Miss Goody Two Shoes.

Is she supernatural,
Or a tour de force.
Who slays for pleasure,
With no remorse.

Her tales of terror,
Her stories of woe.
Her wrath and fury,
She won't let go.

A darkness surges,
Through her veins.
Torturing them all,
With splicing pains.

Her thoughts focused,
Her razor she feeds.
Dark justice it cuts,
Revenge's dark deeds.

A cop who helps,
Information provision.
To pause or pursue,
All the unforgiven.

She's met a friend,
Now two of a kind.
Both kindred spirits,
With murder in mind.

A taste for killing,
They both share.
Upon the guilty,
Death and despair.

A deadly duo,
A killer elite.
With bodies piling,
Around their feet.

But that's a pitiless tale for another time,
Of ice cold revenge against perverted crime.
Now they've teamed up prepare for a thriller,
Miss Goody Two Shoes and The Lady Killer...