Ruthless Rhymes
A site dedicated to the poetry of Harry Graham and the myriad of morbid poets he inspired.
Willie and three other brats, Ate up all the Rough-On-Rats, Papa said, when Mama cried, "Don't worry, dear, they'll die outside." ~Anonymous
Rough-On-Rats: a rat poison which contained arsenic.
Posted by Ruthless on February 8, 2006 03:18 AM | Permalink