After visiting this orphanage
I can safely say
It is the worst orphanage
I have ever been raised in
The rags?
Filthy
The gruel?
Subpar
The heat?
Non-existent
We were constantly yelled at
As we essentially ran the place
I don’t know about you
But when I’m being brought up
In a home for boys
Whose parents are dead
I don’t expect to have to do
All the mopping myself
Yes, the singing was lovely
And I learned how to harmonize
By the time I was four
But that’s not a skill you can use
When you graduate from the orphanage
Only to be thrown out on the street
To become a full-on beggar
This is absolutely no
Upward mobility
And the education program there
Amounts to little more than
Mr. Bumble saying--
‘See if you can read
The label on this bottle of ale, you scrapper,
I’m trying to watch me diet’
Would it be too much to ask
To have them paint a few walls?
Tear up the floor?
Put some paprika in the gruel?
At least heat it up
It’s freezing
And we only get one portion a day!
And the rats!
They’re everywhere!
Yes, they sing as well
But they canNOT harmonize
And boy are they pitchy
I have escaped no less
Than fourteen times
And it seems like
The only thing
These people are good at
Is catching runaway orphans
Because they always find me
You’d think they would be
Thrilled to have one less mouth to feed
Their unseasoned porridge to
When I was nine
I made myself a tiny hat
To dress up my personal decor a bit
And they confiscated it
And used it as an ale cozy!
Any bit of joy I managed to scrounge up
Was quickly turned against me
And I found myself depressed
For most of my endless childhood
I realize that an orphanage is--
By its very nature
--Not meant to be a happy place
But certainly something can be done
To make it a little less morbid?
If you are thinking of dying
And leaving your children
To be raised in an orphanage
I encourage you not to drop off your child
At the Mudfog Workhouse
Most workhouses get around
The rules for being a good orphanage
By claiming that a workhouse is not an orphanage
Even though the place is RIDDLED
With ORPHANS
If you die and leave children behind
Please be sure to leave a will
Wherein you instruct
That they be sent to live
With a distant uncle
With a hidden garden on his property
Or a boxcar in his backyard
Or some charming mystery they can solve
That will help them get over
The terrible loss they’ve suffered
Save up some coins
They can receive
When they become of age
And perhaps set up a betrothal for them
Since dating as a grown-up orphan
Can be a very trying situation
I give the Mudfog Workhouse
One star
And I would give it less
If this website allowed for it
We won’t even discuss
The state of the restrooms
Trust me
You don’t want
To know
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