The Shape
(to understand this one, you really have to go
see the picture of the sphinx head on Mars,
over at Carolyn Devonhire's contest page)
As pure evil that would not stay still,
He would randomly murder at will.
But he took things too far
When he flew up to Mars,
‘Cause the air up there made him turn ill. . .
Michael Myers fell into deep sleep.
Martians bound him and buried him deep.
But they let his mask show
So that all Worlds would know
They are keeping their eye on that creep!
For Carolyn's Contest!, "Sphinx Head on Mars"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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