The Tale of John Hopkins

Tough and tenacious John Hopkins had been in his day,
But his days of dominance in life had long since gone away.
No longer could he call a lady over to his presence,
For his personality emitted absolutely no effervescence.

Sadly, poor John would sit in his sun-deprived summer home;
Had plenty of action in his head but was truly always alone.
He would waste his time waiting and wondering what would be
If a lady to call his own walked in full of love yelling “Johnny!”

It took many hours and months for Hopkins to take action;
Double that time it took to get a plan but just a fraction
Of time to carry out his well-crafted and devious plan.
John’s sudden enlightenment surprised him and out his door he ran.

The center for teenage education eventually came into view;
All of the students went home, after subtracting a few
Chanting cheerleaders, complete with voluptuous bodies seen even from afar.
Mr. Hopkin’s mind ran rampant as he stopped and parked his car.

John, sunk in the shadows, stalked his prey as if he were a lion;
Waited for his new friend, a girl with glasses who was crying.
He said “Hello.” She sniffled “Who are you?” And then they left together.
Reports conflict on acts commencing after leaving the rainy weather.

Back at John’s place the two sat without speaking;
The girl’s cries for help behind a sock drowned out the house creaking.
Bloody and bound by a rope, her mind screaming inside regarding this strife;
She said a silent prayer to herself as John approached with a knife.

This girl’s flesh was gone from her bones in a matter of minutes;
“No more screaming,” John thought as he slipped into bed with her “body.”

John further continued his cutting fashions for years and years;
The police, of course, never caught on but to the chagrin of John’s peers,
They suspected the skinned corpses of skinny girls rotted
In the bed of John Hopkins, the result of a plan so brilliantly plotted.