Peter Kiggin Poet I do not know?

Cheese

CHEESE. 


A whistle down wind blows through the night as a tree hits the window pain and you shiver with fright 

Someone stops to look up at your window to see your eyes looking down on him and now he's got his first victim in his mind's eye sight 

You creep down the stairs with a knife to protect you from the weird man that looked up at you through the windows dark light 

He feels closer and you can feel his warm breath on your shoulder and you turn round and stab him without looking; you forgot you ordered pizza tonight 

So now you try to drag him to the back garden before the morning when everything is bright 

You've killed the pizza man with a stab in the dark just because he scowled at you last night 

 Then you dig up the ground and bury him with just a rest and a piece of pizza to keep you going; well waste not want not that's right 

The policeman comes a knocking on your door and asks questions about a missing man about 5ft 9inches in height 

you say he never came and close the door and wipe the orange stain of the pizza you've just finished then start worrying about the hump in the back garden with the empty pizza box near the compost site; 

Then you wake up and it was all a dream because you remember eating the pizza with extra cheese and that's what gave you the very bad dream last night.

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