{"id":3851,"date":"2018-07-11T13:49:11","date_gmt":"2018-07-11T17:49:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=3851"},"modified":"2024-08-20T12:46:43","modified_gmt":"2024-08-20T16:46:43","slug":"call-me-lizbeth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/call-me-lizbeth\/","title":{"rendered":"Call Me Lizbeth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">First published in November\/December, 2006, Volume 3, Issue 4, <em>The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i><br \/>\nI crept up the stair, fat Abby was there<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>I lifted my hatchet\u2014parted her hair<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>The gore on the floor formed a crimson sea<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>(Why nobody, nobody knew it was me)<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>I wiped off the blade, then cut off her braid<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>Dear old step mother, she\u2019d no longer be<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>Slipped off my clothes, wiped the blood from my toes<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>(And nobody, nobody, knew it was me)<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>Father came home\u2014he had been into town<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>I bid him lay down\u2014cracked open his crown<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>A prettier sight, you never will see!<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>(Still nobody, nobody, knew it was me)<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>Soon folks came around, they made clucking sounds<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>\u201cPoor little orphans these two girls now be\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>\u201cThese awful killin\u2019s\u2014done by some villains\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><i>(But nobody, nobody, knew it was me!)<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Lizzie Borden poem by William Schley-Ulrich.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":4927,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3851","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3851","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3851"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3851\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5794,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3851\/revisions\/5794"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3851"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3851"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3851"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}