There once was a very old castle Whose king got delivered a parcel He opened the case And out flew a mace That went around hitting the marshal

July 14th that was the day my soul was signed over to the devil, it all happen with the words “We grant custody of Zell Turner to Beatrice Smith” as if this weren’t already bad enough, only 2 weeks after my parents died was I to be sent to live with my aunt Beatrice my least favourite person in the world and my only living relative. To make matters worse I’d be moving all the way out to the country south of Auckland, a good 2 hours drive to the nearest major city and at least half an hour fro...