College Girls

(Strange Tales #12)

Right now I’m afraid I’ve murdered some college girls Before I went to sleep last night. It seems like that’s what I remember. They were All alone and studying half-nude in their rooms, All sweet and pure, you know the way they are. Surely I would know it If I’d killed them, you say, But that’s how the cops always think. Sometimes that’s why they’re so slow to apprehend. I think I started with a rotund young blonde Who was robust and busty, both! Something delicious to tell your pals, If I had any pals to tell, I mean. She shouldn’t have opened the door like that To just anyone who hollered “Pizza, Miss!” in a bored tone. It worked just as well, though, on the next two dolls Who were brunettes and very slim. I guess They thought they could afford the calories, They just couldn’t afford to meet me! They cracked the door and peeked out and saw me Fumbling with the empty pizza box And a couple of dollar bills and change That I’d swiped from blondie’s desk. I imagine they’re telling somebody in hell right now How they thought the pizza guy looked okay! Don’t any of these girls in the dorms ever know If they did or didn’t order Delivery? Oh, well, murder’s my game And I take it rather seriously. I used to play board games and canasta With the same relentless intention in my youth. rcs. Current draft: 4/4/2010 Created on 4/2/2010 7:18 PM