Monday, April 20, 2015


I saw wee Jimmy Krankie at Sainsbury's in Partick yesterday.

You know the thing about Jimmy Krankie, he's got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye.

When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'.

Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white.

And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the floor turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' he comes in and rips you to pieces.

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