We started off with ten,
lost one to a hungry hen –
that left nine.
Nine became eight,
when the weight of a five-bar gate
fell with what could be termed ‘a considerable hate.
One went to Heaven
when thrown into a well –
One was buried under some four million Lego bricks,
leading to a construct of six – nerves were beginning to tense by this time.
One drowned in a sink,
another caught fire in a freezer;
those left were beginning to think
of the danger when using a small lemon squeezer.
One of which was ordained,
by being strangled with a freshly-starched
lapdog collar –
you should have heard them holler.
Of the three left,
one poor soul was savagely eaten by ferrets,;
and then there was the electrified knife,
which removed one of his life –
whilst cutting a loaf –
(pre-sliced bread certainly does have its merits)
And then there were one.
Hopefully, a thumb?