For Kyra's Contest...

The infamous Alex Alkaev
Grew tired of his latest slave;
He shackled her hands
With heavy iron bands
And tossed her in a watery grave...

Aleksandr, feeling thirsty for gore,
Slammed his grandmother's head in the door;
With a kick and a punch
And a loud grisly CRUNCH,
Her brains splattered across the floor!

Old Vladimir, Alex's daddy,
Did not have much love for the laddie;
Thrashed the boy with a knout
Shouting "Take that, you lout!"
No wonder Alkaev's such a baddie!

Alex's daughter came down with a fever,
Said Papa: "You must be like a beaver!"
Through a hole in the ice,
He did dunk the girl thrice--
Then into the snow-bank he heaved her.

Aleksandr, drunk and insane at Easter,
Tried to poison his sinister sister;
But she fixed his egg-nog
With a poison-dart frog--
Now his tongue is all one big fat blister.