• You've shut the door, and locked it tight,
    You know you shouldn't of left it open so long tonight,
    You and a friend stay up for a late-night chat,
    Both jump from the mewling of the cat,
    You doze off from all those sweets,
    You're awakened by the smell of fresh meats,
    Look around and what do you see?
    Why the remains of your friend, nothing above the knees,
    That is when you realize,
    As you look upon your shredded thighs,
    The click clacking sounds that filled your dreams,
    Were in fact claws pushing away the seams,
    Making the transfer seem quite normal,
    Their wretched intent quite banal,
    Not to say that it wasn't horrible,
    Just glad it wasn't me, twas Mel.
    The delicious recount passed down the line,
    Soon an unwitting victim shall be mine.