Sheila wants to go to Europe, her man, Lou is thinking Mexico.
Just go, said their teenage son, pack up and go! Go! Go!
You would have to come, they argued, but he has a job.
I’ll stay with him said Gram, who was fond of her grandson Rob.
Sheila and Lou hit the road, it was a smooth, happy start.
They traveled through the Midwest, each with a loving heart.
Formidable five-wheeler was packed with the supplies for a week.
They were like teenagers again, on bit of a honeymoon streak.
They went through Mississippi in the middle of the night
Traveled to Georgia, where they saw many an amazing sight
Wandered down to Florida and spied a large gator cross the road.
Oh, this gives me the creeps said Sheila, now in mama mode.
Let’s try Route 66 said Lou, so they turned that bus around.
Traveled through the Midwest, their eyes on boring ground.
When they hit Wyoming, they were cheering at bison who roam.
I cannot wait to get home, said Sheila, so I can write this in a poem.
Elon Musk:
many people say he is brash and brusque;
and, to be honest, he kinda gives me the creeps
when I think about some of the company he keeps.
Inspired by Medusa, written and sung by Glenn Hughes, with Trapeze
I look at you and can only stare.
I love your long and flowing hair,
your smiling lips and eyes that flash
as you bat each knowing lash.
Yet sometimes very late at night,
or when the light strikes you just right,
your beautiful hair turns into snakes.
Your look gives me the creeps and shakes.
Maybe I drank something too strong,
or maybe I said something wrong.
I'd rather ride an appaloosa,
but I'm married to Medusa.
The ghost and a Child
I have a recurring dream I hadn´t been to my house for a long time, remember I had been happy
there with my little dog,
we used to walk in the woods, and when I was driving around in my motorbike, she was glad to see me returning.
I took a bus up, the driver didn´t ask me for money and being rather frugal. I was glad.
Outside the house, a little girl was playing, asked her If she liked living here?
Yes, she said, and I have a dog, she said.
The dog came. It was my dog; it didn´t recognize me growled when I called the dog`s name.
Inside the house, a couple were arguing, she said, I hate this house. It gives me the creeps
She sat down where I sat, wriggled a bit (which I liked)
she got up, stroked the seat (which I enjoyed too) but, she was bothered and sat on another chair.
They didn´t see me, I thought they must be blind.
Outside, I asked the little girl if her parents were blind. No, she said, but they can´t see you because
you are a ghost only a child like me can see.
I woke up choked up
could not breathe
felt like I have to heave
throwing up everyday
like its a pet peeve
angst choking in my sleep
from the food I eat
stress causing sleep lock
gives me the creeps
the sheep flock
like a new drug
on the streets
birds of the same feather
flock together
forced to face everyday
hoping for better
be a leader not a follower
write your own story
live your own life
forget bad thoughts like Dory
swim with the fin you do have
and strive for glory
never give up let go of worry
life will get better slowly
not in a hurry.
To explain your actions, what can I say?
First, you give it to me; then you take it away.
That’s a strange way to act any day.
Your odd behavior sometimes gives me the creeps.
I thought your love was something for keeps.
Perhaps you will never know what you did to me.
It all may continue to be a big mystery.
Slumber, Slumber,
Oh, to Snore like Lumber...
It gives me the creeps,
When I can get no sleep.
Is it the night?
Or some other fright...
No, it's what can't be heard,
The unwritten word.
When you know you need to write,
But are in that plight...
Where the words will come not,
Like a memorable tune now forgot.
It makes me stay awake,
Drinking the coldest coffee I can take...
Until the dawn comes 'round,
When the words can abound.
Oh, to once go off to sleep,
Knowing the words are there to keep...
Still, the pristine papers await,
The words to bound across them in their gait.
Then "Adieu" will I say,
For the opening of the day...
The words are there,
For me to share.
Now I have never believed in ghosts
Until the other night
This thing I saw was hideous
And it gave me a terrible fright
I was laying in my bed
Trying to go to sleep
And saw it standing at my door
Even now, it gives me the creeps
I covered my head and shivered
And said please, won't you go away
You won't believe the sound it made
As it started coming my way
And when I saw this creature's face
It was the most frightening thing of all
For this ghost that was haunting me
Was actually my mother-in-law
cold winter blows and the sun doesnt shine
the leaves are gone summers left with the light
i dont know where this leads to but im stuck on this ride
into the river
and the deeps
this song gives me the creeps
repeating nightmare robs me of sleep
listern to the hallows as the move the night
out of sight
make it right
I love to travel to foreign lands,
where friendly elephants eat from my hand,
And the undersea monsters come up on the beach
and stand by my blanket and deliver a speech
‘Bout their standard of living way down in the deep
Where the fish carry lanterns (it gives me the creeps).
Then I visit the desert where there’s mummies galore;
That mirage in the distance…a candy store?
And now off to Saturn, where I’ll count all the rings,
And wait to be rescued, and think of the things
That happened all day, and ask myself why
My friend was so mean, or my fish had to die,
Or my sister ignored me, or I missed that pop fly,
Or lost my best pencil while I was at lunch,
Or never once felt like one of the bunch.
Oh I love to travel to foreign lands
where friendly elephants eat from my hand,
And the undersea monsters come up on the beach.
Yes, I love to travel to foreign lands
With my head tucked way under the covers.
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