The Clone I went to my cousin’s house To drink a cup of tea But when I arrived I was much surprised He had something else in store for me He said “I’m not gonna lie tonight you’ll die” And he revealed a baseball bat Then proceeded to swing that wooden thing In intention to knock me flat The blow hit square knocked me out of my chair And I went out like a light When I finally awoke my cousin spoke “I’m sorry pal are you alright?” He told me he was a part of an experiment To try to clone a human being It was the dumbest excuse for cousin abuse That I had ever heard or seen But I still had doubts of what this was all about So I accepted his apology He said he had to kill the clone and still I wasn’t sure about it all so I agreed Well we drove the night until the morning light Until we finally found the clone We crushed his head and beat him dead Till he was a bloody sack of bones I didn’t know what to say the following day Except “I’m glad we killed that fake” I asked him “Where’s the body?” because his hands were all soddy And he said “in a lake” But as we walked I noticed as he talked It sounded like there was something in his mouth I asked him what it was and he said “Nothing Cuz It doesn’t matter anyhow” But I persisted even though he resisted And I saw that was concealing a bladder So I instantly assumed this man had consumed The supposedly submerged cadaver Then I finally caught on I was all wrong It wasn’t the clone that I helped kill I had been fooled and used by a clever ruse The thought of killing my cousin gave me a chill I couldn’t help but cry and when the clone asked me why I took out my bowie knife Then I slit its skin and it started to grin Cause it knew I tried to take its life Before I could run or scream for help from anyone It promptly picked me off the ground Then it said “You’re naughty!” and devoured my body  With a grinding, metallic sound