They all lived in Southport
\nSweet little souls
\nInnocent children
\nAngelic roles
\nWanting to dance
\nMusically they
\nWere shocked by a teenager
\nWanting to slay<\/p>\n
Brandishing his knife
\nStabbing them all
\nA sick kind of brute
\nWatching each fall
\nBloodied and shaking
\nTearfully they
\nBlinded by his thrust
\nOn this warm Summer\u2019s Day<\/p>\n
Southport was startled
\nThe screams and the pain
\nBloodied and maliciously
\nThe teachers in vain
\nTrying to stop him
\nThis violence and wrath
\nAs the angels were directed
\nTo their heavenly path<\/p>\n
Starmer he visited Southport
\nTo lay
\nA wreath with the locals
\nJoined the display
\nDid not say a word
\nJust rushed off at speed
\nTo shouts from the onlookers
\nAngered indeed<\/p>\n
They had waited a while
\nBut what did he care
\nHe was gone in a flash
\nNot even a prayer
\nThe great new prime minister
\nOut of his shell
\nUnder a cloud
\nAnd it seemed a dark spell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They all lived in Southport Sweet little souls Innocent children Angelic roles Wanting to dance Musically they Were shocked by a teenager Wanting to slay Brandishing his knife Stabbing them all A sick kind of brute Watching each fall Bloodied … Continue reading