Higher Culture Gives Me Nightmares and Giggle Fits

Em says:
I went to a concert.
Jackie says:
What concert?
Em says:
Some operatic recital. Songs of love and farewell, I believe it was called.
There's one awesome lullaby in the program which kicks ass.
It's all "go to sleep, or all this bad shit's gunna happen to you"
It's like "demons from hell will come and kick your ass and tie you up with snakes unless you shut up and go to sleep. So sleep peacefully."
I was laughing harder than would be considered in good taste at such a gathering.
Jackie says:
Hehehe. I'd sing that to my kids
Em says:
Me too.
Check it out:
"Quiet! Sleep! Or I will make Erinnys whip thee with a snake
And cruel Rhadamanthus take
Thy body to the boiling lake,
Where fire and brimstone never slake;
Thy heart shall burn, they head shall ache
And every joint about thee quake;

Quiet! Sleep! Or thou shalt see
The horrid hags of Tartary,
Whose tresses ugly serpents be,
And Cerberus shall bark at thee,
And all the Furies that are three
The worst is called Tisiphone,
Shall lash thee to eternity,
And therefore sleep thou peacefully."

Jackie says:
O.o
Em: says:
I know
'Sleep tight kids!'
Jackie says:
"Dear Whoever Wrote That Nursery Rhyme,

Love!

Sincerely, Jackie

p.s. My kids are in therapy. Lots of it"

Em says:
"Tomorrow Night: Bedtime stories with Jackie!"

Jackie says:
Oh. Hell. Yes.