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Dr Igor Von Graves Poem
She's screams running blindly into the night.
How much fun are first dates.
Slow down my sweet this love you cannot fight.
She's screams into this night like some demonic hound.
One word advice my dear.
When your lost dont be found.
She ran down to the lake but some jerk in a hockey
mask tried to snag her leg.
Please dont take shellter in that farm house.
The guy with the chainsaw isnt a late night lumberjack
my sweet please dont make me beg.
Ive herd the zombies are restless so avoid the grave yard.
Do you run marathons my dear?
I swear can we take a break why must you make things so
hard?
She finally stopped and struck a karate pose.
Twisted arond in the air and threw a thrust kick.
To a area only Dr Igors hand knows.
She took my arm and poped it outta socket.
I screamed like a little girl.
Really I was just playing take my car keys my wallet
and if ya hear something in the trunk dont
unlock it.
Fiends came to my rescue and what I say is no lie.
She made quick work of them all.
Got pair of plyers and made my werewolf more than cry.
To heck with you guys im taking this puppy to the
pound.
And sometimes when lost it's best not to
be found.
And in this lesson we learn its sucks to be hunted
but for me its was worse to be the hunter.
Thank God I survived.
The night of the living marathon runner
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Dr Igor Von Graves Poem
Oh were oh were can my werewolf be?
Seems he broke his chain.
As terror in New Jersey runs free.
I'll just follow the screams that fill the moonlit night.
Please do not feed the werewolf kids.
For his bark is nothing compared to his bite.
There reports he tore down mainstreet chasing a cop car.
He's ran so much.
He decided to rehidrate at the local bar.
There's nothing worse than a drunk werewolf trust me I know.
Now instead of causing terror while stalking the night.
he's on the prowl for hookers and blow.
Good thing he got his shots.
Great now tommorow I'll have to take him to the clinic.
No Mr wolf its not age making your hair fall out
and theres nothing natrule about thoose spots.
He left the shore and woke up in Harlem
with a brand new platinum grill.
Such a bad werewolf your gonna make me
the laughing stock of Amityville.
With a drunk for a werewolf and a hunch back
assistant okay it's a implant but it looks natrule
I must say.
Im a mad doctor at night and i work at a video store
by day.
So take warning my ghouls For terror flows through
the trees.
For if you party with a werewolf.
You'll probaly end up with more than a bad case of fleas.
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Dr Igor Von Graves Poem
Better watch watcha do around the lab.
Dont let your hunch backed assistant play with chemicals.
Get your head out the coffin and your mother and law
off the slab.
For strange brew.
Can re animate old fiends.
And really mess with you.
One two three four.
You blink and from the grave rises more.
Yes your new discovery wont get your fellow mad
scientest clappin.
they just eat my neighbors oh well you reply.
Zombies happen.
They called out the national gaurd seems ive created a mess.
People screaming what shall we do?
well run would be a good guess.
His worm filled mouth is open and i dont think
mr zombie wants a kiss.
people sreaming and running in terror shopping at
walmart has never been like this.
Uncle Walter after only seventy years its wonderful
thoose skeletal toes a tappin.
It's become wide spread so I must say.
My bad ya'll but zombies happen.
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Dr Igor Von Graves Poem
Just off the beaten path in a unasuming bar.
Porcelin skin dark angles do thirst.
Like a dark vision you do not question for there they are.
Loud music they move in sync.
Luring there prey to back rooms.
For a fatal dance and a final drink.
Dark beauty I you offer me a dance
but i dont really know.
Wicked are the ways at the vampire
a go go.
Long dark hair cold black eyes.
Her movements haunt the stage.
Like a spider your caught within her web
as the bite muffles your cries.
Its said never stray from the beaten path.
Neon sign cuts through the night.
Yes this club is a real blood bath.
Like a moth to a flame lost souls
are drawn to the flames glow.
Its just another fright filled night
at the vampire a go go.
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