Daddy's Little Girl (Complete book- limited time only)

DLG POETRY CONTEST

First of all I want to say thanks to everyone that read Daddy's Little Girl.  I never expected to get as many reads, votes, comment, or fans as I did.  You guys are awesome!  

The poetry below was written by some of my awesome fans.  I did not post the authors name by their works for privacy purposes.  In the next section I have posted the winners of the contest.  

Also, I have written a few DLG poems myself, check them out:  Click the external link below.

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#1

Hi, my name's Abby,
I learned a lot from my daddy.
I learned to kill,
Just for the thrill. 
Yet I won't be pleased till brandy is dead,
Once I succeed my desire will be fed.
My daddy will be so pleased, 
But her co-worker will be displeased.
I'm just a little girl; I shouldn't be like this,
But my daddy taught me well my life is bliss. 
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#2
Little girl, so tender and sweet,
Her silent smiles knock you off your feet,
But smiles hide what lies beneath,
Kills you off with long blade teeth,
Shards of glass inside her hands,
This is her fathers greatest plans,
But something went wrong inside her head,
Now she just wants everybody dead,
Harrison, Harrison what have you done?
Abby, Abby run away run.

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#3
As the blood runs down
There's nothing you can say
Your vision gets blurry 
You begin to pray
Because you helped a child
Who should only know ballerina twirls
But that child is special
She's Daddy's Little Girl
You trusted her without thinking
So now its too late
Now you've met Abby
And now you've sealed your fate

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#4
One cold night, Abby was born,
It killed her mother, and the father was left torn.
He put her in a dark room, the floor stained with red,
Memories left abandoned, the cover still on the bed.
Abby lay, crying so loud,
Harrison went crazy, smashing around.
He smashed up everything that was there,
Almost his child, for he didn't have a care.
But something stopped him, gave him a clue
A dangerous one, sure, but an excellent one too.
He'd create a monster, a murderer, a thriller,
Who would suspect a little girl to be a killer?
So he trained her up, taught her fucked up things,
How to make a weapon from paper, glass or even a string.
The next thing to teach though, would take a life
He taught her how to kill, and gave her a knife
For the little girl, this was a routine
No remorse felt, No sorry in between.
No happiness except when she would kill,
She loved the victims last scream, it gave her a thrill
As Harrison brings home another victim, up Abbie's lips curl,
After all, she is Daddy's Little Girl.  

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#5 
Red Raw Killing Floor

Father dear teach me how,
Killing with blades, faster now.

Little dog hearing screams,
Creeping back, goes unseen.

Bring them in 2 x 2, 
In a barrel, human stew.

Slicing dicing hacking sawing,
So content, never boring.

Teddy bear sweet and true,
Hiding secrets, he will do.

Red raw killing floor,
Little girl, please...no more