Sonnet: Melvin the Murderer

“If me like kill, me do” Melvin once said,
Polio scarred the face no longer fair,
Did this lead to the many people dead?
If this is so, with whom does he compare?

His targets he called “dingies,” no one knows why,
The first one was a kitten missing a heart,
And when he calls you dingy, you shall die,
With briery blades he’ll tear you quite apart;

I would often ask why he chose this road,
And he replied most gruesomely of love,
To him no person had their souls bestowed,
Removing dingies’ hearts the guff thereof;

He asked me once to be at his agape,
That was before he had made his escape;