This is a poem. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

We had a little girl only six years old.
Her name was Cherry, and her hair was gold.
She sucked and fucked and she was great,
until she died at the age of eight.
We buried her with her pussy in the air
so you could all come by and get your share.
The tombstone reads "Rest In Her Piece."
Then we made a toy of my orphaned little niece.

Missing front teeth, the timid cutie was five,
but compared to her, Cherry's still alive.
She was a limp rag doll when we wanted to fuck,
and she barely held it open when we had her suck.
She didn't even struggle when stripped and tied
with her arms pinned back and her legs spread wide.
Though she might have learned how to handle a dong,
she blew her only chance; she didn't last that long.

I'd like to introduce you to our latest joy, Marie.
She's a little over seven, as you can see.
The scars on her back are from her mother's whip.
She ran away from home with a bloody lip.
Her stupid ugly mother was a hateful bitch
with pendulous boobs and a big hairy ditch.
The cunt's 'adult' demeanor forced Marie to run,
when all the girl wanted was to have a little fun.

Marie was on the street, begging for some bread.
We gave her food and love, and a soft, warm bed.
She's better off with us and she knows it well.
All who disagree with her can go to hell.
Here she doesn't worry that she's got no clothes,
because sucking and fucking is all she knows.
She feels no shame when we see her undressed.
Every girl in the world should be equally blessed.

She's a frisky little pussy and she loves to strut.
Check out the tattoo that she wanted on her butt!
She sleeps with a dildo snuggled up to her tits,
if you can even call them that, the pretty little bits.
She loves it when she's lovingly spanked on her bum,
and begs another helping through a mouthful of cum.
She really keeps us hard, but we know it can't last.
You know what they all say: kids grow up too fast.