Jimmy O'Connor

The newsprint read:
Jimmy O'Connor: The Spindly Six-Legged Boy Wonder.

Jimmy kept to himself, Mostly.
His complexion was pale, some said ghostly.
He drew diagrams of chimps,
And wrote letters to pimps.
Wearing sweaters to keep himself toasty.

Then came the day
So early in May
When a knock came to young Jimmy's door.
It revealed with surprise,
Sending fear to his eyes.
An eight foot tall Siamese whore.

One head said, in a tone like a beast,
That on virgin souls should Jimmy's mouth feast
The other one said, with a voice like a mule
That the other head jests, you are not to be cruel.

Jimmy learned his fate that night.
Cold windsickles fluttered around his headgear as the whore(s)
Strolled casually,
Sauntered,
Into the darkness.

The music had died,
The rhyme,
Disappeared.

Jimmy O'Connor was now







SPIDERMAN