On a trip to Grandma Grey's house
While her parents were out of town
Lucy Sifern would receive a sweater
That all, would always remember.

Grandma Grey would knit Lucy new sweaters
for Lucy of every kind of color
All hideous, not to Lucy's liking
And the stitching rather taunting
So on that trip to Grandmothers house
Lucy decided to end the haunting

"Oh Lucy so nice to see you dear,
a sweater I have for your taste"
And BEHOLD the ugly sweaters
That Grandma Grey displayed
Lucy would clench her fist
And grind her teeth to gums
But smiled and twitched
And held up her arms
As Grandma Grey slipped
the dreadful sweater on.

But not today! No it wouldnt do
Lucy Safern had a plan or two
To rid her self of such ugly sweaters
She had a design in store, to her much better

As she received her sweater on that day
To seal the deal
Her grandmother reached
to kiss her upon her cheeks
But Lucy grabbed her lips,
she tugged, she scratched
She said "Look bitch, take this sweater back,
and the others too, they all look like crap
and the wierd faced kids at school
They all laugh at me
And they follow me home
And call me wicked names
And they taunt me at night
And stalk me in my dreams
Its all because of your stupid sweaters
They cause me the grief!
So im here to finally end it
And retrieve my relief!"

With that she grabbed a log
From the nearby fireplace
And smashed Grandman Grey
Across her old wrinkly face
Over and over again, untill her face was no more.
And helpless Grandma Grey
Fell dead to the floor
and with a big smile Lucy laughed till she cried
She dismembered her grandmother
Arranging the pieces in size
The flesh she used for cloth
And her nails for the buttons
Drained her blood, saved for a color
And her intestines for tasty grandma muffins

Piece by piece, the flesh Lucy did sew
Thread here, thread there
And a fancy hood too
Her teeth she used for decor
And her fingers for style
She tore out Grandmothers hair
And used it for the pocket's insides
And to finish her masterpiece
that had taken her hours
She soaked the smelly flesh in the blood
Scented like flowers

Then she went to the kitchen
And baked the leftovers of grandmother
into a tasty apple pie
And decorated the top with Grandma Grey's
Ravishing hazel-blue eyes
The remainder of blood
She stirred into her glass of milk
And enjoyed it with a slice
As she glanced in the nearby mirror
And thought "oh my I look nice"

When her parents arrived
She skipped happily out of the house
With her beatiful new Grandma Grey sweater
She made all by herself
And she hopped in the car with a sick happy smile
And offered her parents a sweet piece of pie
As her mother and father screamed,
retched and cried
At the sweaters horrible sight.