I just love nursery rhymes, don’t you? And Absinthe Drinker by Sam Weber reminded me of one of my favorites:
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice.
That’s what little girls are made of.
And what are Badder Girls made of?
Frogs and nails and dismembered males.
That’s what Badder Girls are made of.
Oh, and if anyone’s seen the crooked man, I’ve tried his crooked house and can’t get an answer. So, tell him to give me a call before I pull his crooked dick out his crooked throat. Queen of Tarts ain’t got time for this ish.
