‘Farewell’, we thought the Four bade,
To the angering crime of Raid,
And suddenly they vanished with Brown’s Motorcade,
Sprouting disappearing wings!
‘The Four Accursed Things!’
Off with a B-M-W of superb grade,
Its color, a firm promise never to fade,
And sleekness, a salute to whom had it made …
And into the matter stung cops said to wade,
Badly wanting their hands on them lay,
Plus God who had heard that ‘Farewell’ they’d said,
And wants B-M-W snatching sin dead.
Punitive whips must land their loudest whack
For car snatchers to not bounce back.
ghouls lurk in shadows
raking flesh of bloody lizards…
evening's pulse throbs
beware, in moon’s hour
kids scream through haze of barbed wires…
doorknob’s lock screeches
costumes rip on lanes
as body snatchers appear
on Hallow's death trap.
Carolyn Devonshire's Halloween Fright Contest
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Okay, who stole my body
I had when I was young
It was never in the best of shape
But far better than this one
Semi smooth and silky
Not a wrinkle on the lot
I feel I fell asleep for a century
And this is how I ended up
I now have wrinkles on top of wrinkles
With wrinkles on top of that
Could someone point me in the direction
Of where my body could have been left
It had fingers that worked without aching
Steady hands that knew not of shaking
A memory that...I'll get back with you on that
And a face you wouldn't mind dating
My body had knees that were noiseless
A smile that wasn't so toothless
A libido that you could rely on
Instead of the one I now have that is useless
My other eyes were filled with wonder
Not these made dull and steely gray
If anyone has seem my body
Could you kindly point me in the way
The creepy crud
is out for blood
it takes you while you’re asleep.
The spore from space
is out of place
it makes you non-discreet
You do your best
but have to rest
you wake up with a new brain.
Lobotomied,
Can’t get surprised
wont get angry again.
Apr 13 2010