Darkness Dealt

When dealing with the blackness
It is always best done
With a thimbleful of rum
A pinch of salt thrown over the shoulder
A stitch in time to go with the ongoing knitting
Which is being minded as your own
As it should be
As it was advised
For minding other's clicky clacky knitty knacky
Is deemed by the elders to be most unwise

Like sticking your nose where it does not belong
Which is hard if one is Pinocchio
And lies are all that come
The nose grows and pokes and goes
To places that it has nary been
If indeed those nostrils them had eyes
And those boogers could have seen

But then again
It was in fact made of wood
Which had a grain that was planed
As all good carpentry should
This Geppetto surely did know
As he fashioned his disturbing puppet
With pedophile fingers
No longer allowed around real children to go

In that situation
A handmade Real Doll just had to do
With strings to pull
So that it felt like a stranger was doing the work

And that's how Geppetto dealt with his darkness
His little bit of rum
Some pinches of salt
The minding of his own knitting
Which was more than a dash of carpentry

To that we add knives and paints
Framed pictures of saints
A tiny cricket dressed up in creepy clothes
A high seas adventure
Some kinky sea creature ingestion
And there you have it
A lovely bedtime story without question
Guaranteed to create nightmares
In any given girl or boy
Catching their sensibilities unawares
As the nanny giggles into her sherry
Turns off all the lights despite the protests

"Shut up my pretties, maybe you'll be comforted by a fairy"

Followed by victorian boot clomps down the hall
To her own room
Where every night she deals with her own doom
Her very own brand of darkness
Her very own demons
To which she must confess