Rest-In-Pieces

The bats in the steeple were feeding on people By sucking the blood splattered wood That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in When he’d drunk all the blood that he could Here in my basement, my permanent placement I lurk since the day that I died At rest in my casket, my skull in a basket My hideous grin gaping wide Rats and mice squeaking a rusty hinge creaking A slither of light from outside My long severed head was rotted and dead But gasped as the door opened wide I lifted my lid as some hooded kid Crept sneakily into my crypt He soon spun about and he might have run out If only he hadn’t have slipped As he hit the deck he shattered his neck I thought he was bound to be dead But then as he stood, he lowered his hood And then he un-swivelled his head He gave me a wink as a hideous stink Came gushing with smoke from his ears He then started hissing through teeth that were missing He looked like he’d been dead for years I climbed from my tomb and stood in the room Where demons would hide out all day Until in the night they’d screech their delight And frighten the vicar away But this little fellow with skin that was yellow And nails that were long curly claws Let out a howl, an unholy wail Then went back and bolted the doors Like rattles at Wembley, my bones were all trembly My teeth were all chattering too My wee wee was dribbling and let’s not be quibbling I thought I was going to poo It’s usually nice that we can’t die twice So people down here dwell forever I then realised that everyone dies And now I’m not feeling too clever For my turn came first, to enter the hearse My beautiful love left alone In these years apart she’s been in my heart But hell’s darkest hole has no phone So how could it be this thing before me Could desecrate my sacred rest I needed it banished, It had to be vanished Along with the worms in its chest I watched every worm wriggle and squirm I jumped at the twelfth hour chime In life we take knocks through the ticks and the tocks But we can’t fight the passing of time So... In spite of the stink, I started to think Which gave me the fright of my life I had to make room in a new double tomb For that hideous thing was my wife! Entered October 2021 in Your Personal Favorite No 2 Sponsor L Milton Hankins