Curious Chapbooks & Hysterical Histories
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The Real Murdress
By Nina Wise
Tears, screams
Bloody bad dreams
That ended on that warm day
When Andrew Borden passed away
Blood sprays
The stepmother stays
The axe falls down upon her head
Abby Borden is proclaimed dead.
The children are home alone
Emma knows she must atone.
Lizzie is accused and her trial's here,
Unfortunately, Emma has fear
To be put away
For that day
For the crime
Because she herself lost her mind.
Not guilty, a murdress gets away.
Lizzie Borden is found innocent that day.
Emma Borden, the guilty one
Lived alone until she was 101
Why?
By Brianne
Hateful dread for one
Whacking her father, then her mother
Bloody tears roll down her creepy face
Haunting those in her house, and killing those in her way
Lizzie Borden is coming
You are next
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The Candlemaker
By G. A. Barton, Esq.
Lizzy Borden cooked some wax
And cast a candle very fast.
When she saw what she had done
She quickly cast another one.
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Pain
By Becca
The blood on the woman she killed
What a frightening bad forbidding deed!
Lizzie's secret key always feeling hate
Silent tears never stop
Her hurt feelings
Death taunts
She takes an axe...over now...her screams never end.
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Untitled
By Angela Husfelt
cheap red blows
blood run down
dark terror whacks
never love no screams
judge my silent hurt
no need
never unlock a scream
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Lizzie Borden's Last Word from the Grave
By Ryann Sladek, Downers Grove, IL, Age 14
Waiting for walls to talk,
Waiting for the signs that did unlock.
From Lizzie Borden's grave it's heard,
Through the soil and the dirt.
Seeing such a bloody sight,
Hearing Lizzie's melody through the night.
Seeing a bloody and ghostly hand,
Hearing the story throughout land to land.
When she saw what she had done,
Gave her mother forty-one.
From Lizzie Borden's grave it's heard,
Through the soil and the dirt.
Behind doors, the truth it lies,
And inside, Lizzie Borden's lullabies.
Ax is the weapon, she did choose,
To chop through bone, and slimy red ooze.
The cracking echoes through the night,
Is soon brought to neighbor's curiosity and fright.
From Lizzie Borden's grave it's heard,
Through the soil and the dirt.
Found a double crime but not concludable.
The horror lives through the house,
But one day the truth will be heard,
But the truth is now kept by a pantry mouse.
So this story is told, through some nights that may be cold,
In Lizzie Borden's last word through lullaby and rhyme.
From Lizzie Borden's grave her rhyme is heard,
Through the soil and the dirt.....
La la la la la la...Lizzie Borden had an ax,
Gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
Gave her mother forty-one.
Her father sleeping did not wake,
To be coming was his very own fate.
La la la la la la...Mwuahahahaha!!
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Lizzie Borden, One Mad, Bad Girl
By Alicia Crouthers
How mad do you have to be to murder your own family?
We don't know, and probably never will, why her family got so ill.
How she did it, I know for a fact...
She gave her parents a total of 29 whacks with an ax
It's plain to see how she killed off her family tree.
And now everybody can see,
I'M A LIZZIE BORDEN WANNA-BE.
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Lizbeth Borden
By Alicia Crouthers
Lizzie Borden wasn't happy,
So she killed her dad and Abby.
When Emma finally came around,
Bloody corpses were all she found.
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Who Was Lizzie?
By Alicia Crouthers
Why was she mad at Andrew and Abby?
And why did she kill that tabby?
We don't know and probably never will.
How shrewd to commit a murder of two.
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Guilty or Innocent?
By Anonymous
When we think of Lizzy, no one can say
Exactly what went on that day.
We can think and even ponder,
Spend a day in thoughts and wonder --
Guilty or innocent, our dear Lizbeth,
You took that with you upon your death
For all the world to feel
With the devil you made a deal.
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She Didn't Do It
By Zach Whaley
She didn't beat her mom
She didn't beat her dad
Yet she stayed so innocent
Emma must have even known her alibi
None knows where Emma was.
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A Poem About Lizzie Borden
By Not-so-Dumb-Blonde
Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie, you put the world in a tizzy!
Was it Emma, Bridget, or Dr. Bowen
that gave them the ax?
No, I think it was you who issued the whacks!
Whether 40 or 29, you testified that you normally take your time.
Gingham or navy blue, all the evidence points to you; Lizzie Borden a murderer true!
All the other accounts are fake; Lizzie, you certainly take the cake!
Next time someone reads about this heinous crime, don't be angry Because in Hell Lizzie Borden is certainly doing time!
A young woman of 32! How could she commit a murder of 2!
Whether woman or man, all the clues point to you!
I don't believe it was the maid! It was you who laid your parents in their graves!
So before you get wound up in a hizzy, Lizzie put herself in this horrible tizzy!
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The Freedom Cry of Lizzie
By Holly Kapitan
No tears
No screams
Unlocks a dream
Lay your head
'Cause now you're dead
The ax used to whack away
Is now clean and safe
Never to say
To whom this act was left upon
Lizzie takes no blame from dusk 'til dawn
She is free from all that's done her harm
She's done her deed with no alarm
Lizzie has been set free
With no blood on her hands for us to see!
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Lizzie Borden
By Anonymous
Lizzie Borden took an ax
And gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one!
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Lizzie
By Anonymous
Yesterday at old Fall River
Mr. Andrew Borden died
And they got his daughter Lizzie
On a charge of homicide