The Boys from Bassetts

I like jelly babies
With their firm and tasty flesh.
I like their belly buttons
And teeny tiny noses.
I like to bite their toes off
Or tear them limb from limb.
I give them different voices
So they can plead for death.
They are so sweet and tasty
And tingle on my tongue.
They come in many colours
But I like no one the best
I always save the head for last
After waving it as a trophy.

Still no knitting, so something completely different.