Freddy In My Cupboard
Oh Freddy ,
Freddy my buddy
you haunt my dreams,
and you play the violin
you sit on my couch,
wearing a bloody pouch
you giggle and you creek,
all your wooden little teeth
your buckle is black,
and a button you lack.
It pours acid rain,
when you run through my drains
your fingers they're cold,
as they choke me with their hold
your eyes they roll,
as you creep and you crawl
you chuckle and you mumble,
while you chop and you grumble
you growl a nasty howl,
standing behind a towel.
oh Freddy with machete,
don't cut up Miss Nelly!
13-10-19
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