Ballad

Oh the horror, oh how she screams.The glint of the knife’s steel,Reflected off the studio lights.Don’t worry it’s not real. The masked killer reveals his face,He puts away the knife.‘Don’t be frightened my dear’, he saysAnd hugs his on-screen wife. The fear has gone, she’s all safe now.She’s relaxed, she feels groovy.There is no need … Read more